[ Kahlil pulls in another breath and nods to Claude's calm reasoning, latching on to it. It's not the pain of any wounds setting him on edge. It's the lack of control. He considers himself adaptable. It's what's kept him alive. But something about seeing the yasi'halaun tainted and warped by this place...
No, he's putting too much weight into a facsimile of the relic.
(But the pain feels real enough here. He's heard you're not supposed to feel pain in dreams, but what does it mean when you do? )
Another grimace as Claude continues to work on him. ]
Didn't anyone teach you to look after your own wounds first? [ There's a tired gratitude in his tone that softens his words as he examines Claude, but if the way he's breathing is an indication of broken ribs, there's little Kahlil can offer him in return to help stabilize that kind of injury. Another thing he needs to try not to be frustrated about. He tries adjusting the subject: ]
The man was from your past - the robot creature as well?
[ Why would this place pull creatures from their memory? ]
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No, he's putting too much weight into a facsimile of the relic.
(But the pain feels real enough here. He's heard you're not supposed to feel pain in dreams, but what does it mean when you do? )
Another grimace as Claude continues to work on him. ]
Didn't anyone teach you to look after your own wounds first? [ There's a tired gratitude in his tone that softens his words as he examines Claude, but if the way he's breathing is an indication of broken ribs, there's little Kahlil can offer him in return to help stabilize that kind of injury. Another thing he needs to try not to be frustrated about. He tries adjusting the subject: ]
The man was from your past - the robot creature as well?
[ Why would this place pull creatures from their memory? ]