( His words are genuine, despite the unhinged way he's going about things. Esikko's heart is beating faster, but it's not out of any sort of guilt or worry— he doesn't recognize that he should have those feelings in the first place. What he feels instead is a rush of excitement, hope that he'll learn something new, joy that someone is trusting him enough to do this. He doesn't think of Kirma as someone who could die from this alone. He doesn't think of consequences so far away. There's a clinic here, one he's heard is capable of plenty of miraculous things, and even if they can't reattach a hand, it's his nondominant...
He doesn't even have to make those excuses for himself in his mind, though they'd come up if pressed. All he can see is the end goal. Knowledge, a path forward, new ideas. And maybe, there's some sort of a rush at seeing blood, at being powerful enough to inflict such damage on someone, on being trusted enough to do it in this calm setting.
This is where he's the kindest, in moments like this. As they sit on the bed, he curls his fingers into Kirma's hand briefly, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, a charming smile. )
Would you prefer if I counted down, or did it without warning? You can look away, if you'd like, but you should try to relax.
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( His words are genuine, despite the unhinged way he's going about things. Esikko's heart is beating faster, but it's not out of any sort of guilt or worry— he doesn't recognize that he should have those feelings in the first place. What he feels instead is a rush of excitement, hope that he'll learn something new, joy that someone is trusting him enough to do this. He doesn't think of Kirma as someone who could die from this alone. He doesn't think of consequences so far away. There's a clinic here, one he's heard is capable of plenty of miraculous things, and even if they can't reattach a hand, it's his nondominant...
He doesn't even have to make those excuses for himself in his mind, though they'd come up if pressed. All he can see is the end goal. Knowledge, a path forward, new ideas. And maybe, there's some sort of a rush at seeing blood, at being powerful enough to inflict such damage on someone, on being trusted enough to do it in this calm setting.
This is where he's the kindest, in moments like this. As they sit on the bed, he curls his fingers into Kirma's hand briefly, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, a charming smile. )
Would you prefer if I counted down, or did it without warning? You can look away, if you'd like, but you should try to relax.