[Guren's on the ground, bleeding out, pressing a hand over the wound on his chest to try and speed things up. Mahiru. Even while looking up and straining to see past that frozen image of Dextera, seeing the horns, the ceremonial robes of his father's, as if to rub it all in— just seeing himself as a demon should make him hold back from asking for so much power. But he can't. Mahiru!
He's terribly afraid.
What doesn't help is that even as Ryo's bullet clips the side of the fake Guren's neck in a gory mess, it's only a matter of seconds before the wound begins to closer over. A demon can heal so quickly. And even if the bogeyman did actually take damage, is actually worse for the wear, the image of it taking none at all is what's adding to Guren's fear.]
Get away... [His voice croaks from the ground, and he's struggling to push himself up, but it's not enough. He coughs up too much blood, and the bogeyman is going straight for Dextera, laughing in his voice.]
Turn back! Both of you, retreat! [He'd rather be left here than go on risking this. It's also just the fear getting to him. The overwhelming helplessness of it all as his life drains with barely any help from his demon.
Mahiru cups his face from behind, though no one else can see her, whispering gently into his ear. "It's about time you let me take care of things, Guren." His shoulders sink a little in his desperation.]
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He's terribly afraid.
What doesn't help is that even as Ryo's bullet clips the side of the fake Guren's neck in a gory mess, it's only a matter of seconds before the wound begins to closer over. A demon can heal so quickly. And even if the bogeyman did actually take damage, is actually worse for the wear, the image of it taking none at all is what's adding to Guren's fear.]
Get away... [His voice croaks from the ground, and he's struggling to push himself up, but it's not enough. He coughs up too much blood, and the bogeyman is going straight for Dextera, laughing in his voice.]
Turn back! Both of you, retreat! [He'd rather be left here than go on risking this. It's also just the fear getting to him. The overwhelming helplessness of it all as his life drains with barely any help from his demon.
Mahiru cups his face from behind, though no one else can see her, whispering gently into his ear. "It's about time you let me take care of things, Guren." His shoulders sink a little in his desperation.]