I do. I would show you, but I don't want to get blood on the sheets.
[ that would be rude, not to mention unsanitary when there is food open between them. he is not opposed to stabbing himself with a nearby scalpel, but at the same time... perhaps not. he's not very comfortable in the medical wing considering he recently spent and unknown number of days being tortured, often with scalpels.
[ mal's brow furrow a bit but he nods, taking that and filing it away. ] Can you heal others? [ that's a bit more important, at least for now. if joe's something of a heartrender, he'll have to be more cautious. ]
Regrettably no, nor can our abilities be replicated, though recently it has been attempted.
[ his smile is grim, hardly the warmth that he usually exudes, but a smile nonetheless. clearly the attempt was against his will, but he is unwilling to let others bear the burden of his lingering pain so he won't give voice to it. ]
Mostly we take the bullets so others don't have to, to do good where we can.
[ joe waves his hand dismissively. it is, intellectually, for the best that the crew knows of their lack of mortal limitation so they don't lose it when (there is no if) andy and joe inevitably die and then get back up again, no harm, no foul. but he still doesn't really want to talk about the specifics of the lab. ]
They failed, that is the only thing of importance to come from the experience.
[ he pats mal's leg soon after, fond. ] I should let you get some rest.
[ mal nods at that, not sure he'd be able to dismiss it so easily but aware he's quick to anger. joe seems more calm, steady. something malyen oretsev can't dream of being. ] Sounds like it.
[ he offers a wry smile and then nods, looking around. ] Yeah. Some of us have to sleep to put our organs back in the right spot. [ too soon? ]
I'm sure your spleen will find its way home soon, [ he counters with a chuckle as he rises to his feet. mal is a good kid, as long as his fragile human body heals, joe figures he won't be too worse for wear. ]
When you're well we can have lessons with the sword.
[ with a dip of his head, he gives mal a wave and heads out. ]
Yes. The lessons. [ mal brightens up at that, grins.
it wont mean he's resting actually but it gives him motivation. at least enough to settle back in his bed and not reach out for his hoard of snacks. he'll deal with that later.
when joe's gone though, his brows crease together and, as mal narrows his eyes and looks at the ceiling, he mumbles. ] What the fuck is my spleen...?
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[ that would be rude, not to mention unsanitary when there is food open between them. he is not opposed to stabbing himself with a nearby scalpel, but at the same time... perhaps not. he's not very comfortable in the medical wing considering he recently spent and unknown number of days being tortured, often with scalpels.
not ideal. ]
You'll have to take my word for it.
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[ his smile is grim, hardly the warmth that he usually exudes, but a smile nonetheless. clearly the attempt was against his will, but he is unwilling to let others bear the burden of his lingering pain so he won't give voice to it. ]
Mostly we take the bullets so others don't have to, to do good where we can.
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[ his brows crease for a different reason, more worried than before. ]
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They failed, that is the only thing of importance to come from the experience.
[ he pats mal's leg soon after, fond. ] I should let you get some rest.
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[ he offers a wry smile and then nods, looking around. ] Yeah. Some of us have to sleep to put our organs back in the right spot. [ too soon? ]
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When you're well we can have lessons with the sword.
[ with a dip of his head, he gives mal a wave and heads out. ]
just one more
it wont mean he's resting actually but it gives him motivation. at least enough to settle back in his bed and not reach out for his hoard of snacks. he'll deal with that later.
when joe's gone though, his brows crease together and, as mal narrows his eyes and looks at the ceiling, he mumbles. ] What the fuck is my spleen...?