"Yes." Simply, as he rewraps the bandages. Rokuro is used to the aches and pains of his abilities, although the particular migraine that seeing into people brings is uniquely uncomfortable in the way it throbs behind his right eye-socket.
"It's nothing." And it isn't, not in comparison to when Rokuro really pushes himself. At a certain point death becomes more attractive than destroying himself from the inside out, but as per his Master's orders... Rokuro isn't allowed to do so.
A careful nod, mindful of his aching head, and he'll follow Tech as they creep down from jungle and through the grasses to the road-side. The other Sylphid have pulled out the truck driver and laid him upon the pavement to push on his chest and perform CPR, taking turns in their attempts to revive him while their comrades stand and watch.
It seems their enemies aren't entirely heartless, at least where their brethren are concerned.
Rokuro will look to Tech for direction once they reach the trucks, not entirely sure where to start in their 'inspection'. He still isn't certain he'll know what they're looking for even if he sees it.
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"It's nothing." And it isn't, not in comparison to when Rokuro really pushes himself. At a certain point death becomes more attractive than destroying himself from the inside out, but as per his Master's orders... Rokuro isn't allowed to do so.
A careful nod, mindful of his aching head, and he'll follow Tech as they creep down from jungle and through the grasses to the road-side. The other Sylphid have pulled out the truck driver and laid him upon the pavement to push on his chest and perform CPR, taking turns in their attempts to revive him while their comrades stand and watch.
It seems their enemies aren't entirely heartless, at least where their brethren are concerned.
Rokuro will look to Tech for direction once they reach the trucks, not entirely sure where to start in their 'inspection'. He still isn't certain he'll know what they're looking for even if he sees it.