[Amusement twinkles in Regis' eyes when he hears Izunia's objection. Honestly, here he thought he was going to get an earful for moving from the chair to the bed in his condition without his cane or brace, but instead, the Founder King is getting all upset about being addressed so formally. How else is he suppose to refer to him? Using his name is hardly respectful enough and calling him 'the Mystic' is even more formal than 'your majesty' is.
The amusement flees from Regis' expression, though, the instant Jetshard and Nyx both start talking about just how badly the Glaive is injured. Objectively, Regis had known it was going to be bad, but the details drive what color has returned to his face away.]
Astrals take them! Hollow points? On top of everything else? And you were concerned about my hand? [His grip tightens unconsciously against Nyx's shoulder even as a litany of curses runs through his mind both at those who had turned their anger toward Nyx and at the Glaive himself for being such a loyal, over-achieving fool.
He's also proud beyond words at said loyal over-achieving fool, but that is a discussion for later when he doesn't feel quite so much like part of his heart has been drug from his chest.]
This is not the future I wished for you when I pulled you from the rubble in Galahd. [Fate, as it so often does, had other plans for them, though. Plans that meant neither of them would leave Insomnia alive.]
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The amusement flees from Regis' expression, though, the instant Jetshard and Nyx both start talking about just how badly the Glaive is injured. Objectively, Regis had known it was going to be bad, but the details drive what color has returned to his face away.]
Astrals take them! Hollow points? On top of everything else? And you were concerned about my hand?
[His grip tightens unconsciously against Nyx's shoulder even as a litany of curses runs through his mind both at those who had turned their anger toward Nyx and at the Glaive himself for being such a loyal, over-achieving fool.
He's also proud beyond words at said loyal over-achieving fool, but that is a discussion for later when he doesn't feel quite so much like part of his heart has been drug from his chest.]
This is not the future I wished for you when I pulled you from the rubble in Galahd.
[Fate, as it so often does, had other plans for them, though. Plans that meant neither of them would leave Insomnia alive.]