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It wasn't like it was going to kill him. But it hurt. It hurt real bad. You would be writhing in pain too, if your muscles were about torn to shreds because of somebody's great idea not to tell Kisikoni the consequences. There was no response from that thought, and Kisikoni had to continue trying not to let any part of his legs touch any other surface. Pel was angry, of course. He noticed Lily through his slightly blurred vision- was he crying? He quickly tried to get back up, but was met with pain and Pel's impatience. Her shouts were almost incomprehensible, but Kisikoni managed to hear it through the clanging, bashing, and pain. "I must be special." He replied, wheezing as his skin began growing.

Oh undergods, it was like somebody tugging your uvula, except all over your legs. Kisikoni gritted his teeth, trying to brave out the pain. He was happy to have somebody personally caring for him, but at this rate he was only being detrimental to the cause. When had he thought of him self as above the others? He fought, got hurt, and was cold and hungry just like the other soldiers back in the early days of the war. He continued holding himself in, trying desperately not to vomit or pass out. He didn't deserve a reprieve, after he had been sleeping since the first time the being had assumed control. Also, holding all of this in was going to destroy him mentally.

He quickly nodded to Talae, wondering what would happen if he were to die. His mother, living deep underground would be very sad. Lying on the ground, he began to remember as his legs began stitching themselves back together. The tea, the simple scouting work, the occasion dwarf community. Now the dwarves were dead. Long gone. Wiped out because of the dragons and their infernal curse. What race deserved a punishment so severe that they would be obliterated off the face of the lands? The Undergods would have wept at the very sight of it. Now here he was, fighting a war miles away from home. He wondered if she was done yet, if he could get up and go back in to the thick of the fighting- maybe numb himself to his wandering thoughts. For some reason, he was oddly excited to be meeting Talae outside of battle- something that always left him anxious because allies didn't equate to friends. And friends he had few in this army- where people you were close to died so often you stopped trying to make any- and just drank away your sorrows at a bar in an after party.

His brains were too scrambled to think of some witty saying like a hero would to Pel as she patched him up. Instead, he made ugly moues of pain and tried not to make the healing difficult for the halfling medic. "Sucks," He coughed, "that you have to be dealing with me when you could be doing something more useful."