[Well. On the bright side, Shirou's gotten off of him. On the downside he's now got no good arms, his back is bleeding and he feels generally shaky from blood loss and sensory overload.
But he thinks he can still get up. Nothing's life threatening. He can still walk, if he can just swallow the pain. He just has to get himself sitting up, pull that knife out of his arm, and... and what? He can probably make it to his feet with the wall's help, but he has to keep an eye on Shirou... He's just going to keep that knife, though. Self-defense and all.]
[But he still flinches back, scooting towards the wall so he can try to get himself up. He's pretty thoroughly scared at this point. Even if it hurts, he's keeping ahold of Shirou's knife and keeping his own in mind.]
Maybe not. But I could still show it to your friend later.
[He smiles a bit, mostly to himself. Doing that sounds like fun. It'd be great. But now he's less excited by the prospect. More thoughtful. Like he gets the feeling he's forgetting something again.
[C'mon, self. He can do it. He can stand up. His legs are still working and none of these injures should be completely incapacitating... It's just the blood loss. But he's nothing if not stubborn, and his stamina is one of his strong points, so... So he manages it. He just has to stay leaning on the wall, breathing hard.]
Sure. It's probably for the best anyways, isn't it?
[...maybe. Just maybe he should consider giving Kida a hand.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. He's definitely given people hands in more gruesome, more literal ways, but it's beginning to dawn on him that he's done quite enough of that sort of thing for today.
Or, you know, for the rest of forever. Enough severed things.
So he pauses and gives Kida a thoughtful look before holding out his hand]
[Nope. He does not trust that hand! He's getting dizzy, and he thinks that yes, it probably is for the best if he killed Shirou. He probably can't do it right now, but he certainly doesn't want to let him get close again. He doesn't want anymore pain today. He doesn't want any more awkward forced masochism, either. He's had enough, and he can't trust Shirou to be kind. Even if he was nice now, just being touced and moved around by someone else is going to hurt and set off that objective. So the thought of Shirou getting back in his space is enough to cause a gut-deep fear that overrides proper thought.
[...ah, well there goes the other working hand. He hisses in surprise and jerks his hand back, though there's a breathy quality to the noise and a blush spreading across his cheeks.
It takes a moment for coherency to return, but when it does Shirou gives a tired laugh.]
[ow... ow. it's hard to focus when his hands are so messed up - he starts along behind Kida, putting his hand to his mouth and licking up the blood that's beginning to dry around the wound. It makes his hand sting and sends a shudder up his spine]
[Or. Don't. Either way, he's definitely going down by the time they're within a turn of the stairs. Shirou can try to catch him, or just let him drop. The difference is whether he'll be sorta-conscious or whether he'll knock himself entirely out on the stone floor.]
[Shirou just...lets him fall. The whole ordeal is awfully confusing, really. When Kida hits the ground, he gets nudged with a toe a few times, kicked roughly once to make certain that he's out cold, and then Shirou hesitates for a moment before picking him up.
yeeep, time to get you out of here too, he supposes. He's certain this isn't enough hero-ing to make up for breaking Kida in the first place but. Well.]
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But he thinks he can still get up. Nothing's life threatening. He can still walk, if he can just swallow the pain. He just has to get himself sitting up, pull that knife out of his arm, and... and what? He can probably make it to his feet with the wall's help, but he has to keep an eye on Shirou... He's just going to keep that knife, though. Self-defense and all.]
...Are you done now?
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[He stares down at Kida, taking slow, measured breaths.]
I want to go back now.
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[But he still flinches back, scooting towards the wall so he can try to get himself up. He's pretty thoroughly scared at this point. Even if it hurts, he's keeping ahold of Shirou's knife and keeping his own in mind.]
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[He smiles a bit, mostly to himself. Doing that sounds like fun. It'd be great. But now he's less excited by the prospect. More thoughtful. Like he gets the feeling he's forgetting something again.
Like. You know. Not cutting people to pieces.]
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[C'mon, self. He can do it. He can stand up. His legs are still working and none of these injures should be completely incapacitating... It's just the blood loss. But he's nothing if not stubborn, and his stamina is one of his strong points, so... So he manages it. He just has to stay leaning on the wall, breathing hard.]
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[He watches Kida, though he takes a few steps backwards, quite ready to leave and give Makoto and Sakura their presents.
Never talking to Mikado again seems unfortunate. He doesn't really want that - ah... it's probably bad to take Mikado's friend apart, isn't it?
Goodness, he forgot.]
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[...maybe. Just maybe he should consider giving Kida a hand.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. He's definitely given people hands in more gruesome, more literal ways, but it's beginning to dawn on him that he's done quite enough of that sort of thing for today.
Or, you know, for the rest of forever. Enough severed things.
So he pauses and gives Kida a thoughtful look before holding out his hand]
So I should make sure you can do that.
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Shirou can have his knife back. In his hand.]
Get away from me.
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It takes a moment for coherency to return, but when it does Shirou gives a tired laugh.]
That's not killing me.
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[He doesn't look like he can manage that, though. He kind of looks like he's about to fall over.]
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[There's nothing to wrap the injury with, though he has absolutely no complaints with allowing himself to keep bleeding.]
I'm going for real now.
[Though Kida gets an expectant stare - you're coming, right?]
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[He's going to try to go by himself. Like a real tough guy who can walk a straight line and isn't dripping.]
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I'm going alone. I don't...
[Whoah. Whoah things are spinning maybe that's a bad idea?]
...I don't want to look at... your gross face-- [s-sways a bit but HE'S GONNA DO THIS FUCK YOU] --anymore.
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[ow... ow. it's hard to focus when his hands are so messed up - he starts along behind Kida, putting his hand to his mouth and licking up the blood that's beginning to dry around the wound. It makes his hand sting and sends a shudder up his spine]
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[Or. Don't. Either way, he's definitely going down by the time they're within a turn of the stairs. Shirou can try to catch him, or just let him drop. The difference is whether he'll be sorta-conscious or whether he'll knock himself entirely out on the stone floor.]
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yeeep, time to get you out of here too, he supposes. He's certain this isn't enough hero-ing to make up for breaking Kida in the first place but. Well.]
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