𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝐵𝐴𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀.

RIGHTEOUSLY EVIL. you've been hurt. what you're doing is wrong. there is no doubt. but it's what you need to do. you were not going to roll over and let it just happen. so you did what you had to. and you will continue doing what you had to. when you die, its with fury in your eyes. your opponent says you're stubborn, having kept this up for this long. you laugh, and spit in their face. you curse them until your very last breath.

OVERCAST SKY. you've built up some walls around you. you're careful with whom you give your heart and your trust. you feel like you're waiting for something, but you're not sure what it is. there's something telling you that there's more to life for you than what you have now. but until then, you're content to let the days pass. you're not in any rush, but some days you can't ignore the sense of restlessness that comes with waiting. you are a calm but intimidating presence

For   a   brief   moment   in   time,   he   couldn’t   help   but   wonder   just   all   of   what   Revenant   had   endured   in   his   lives.   He’d   always   spoke   of   death,   dying,   making   the   occasional   passing   comment   on   how   it   felt   to   die   in   some   grotesque   way,   but   never   stopping   to   think   it   was   most   likely   from   firsthand   experience.   Car   crashes,   drowning,   falling   from   a   high   place-   he   could   remember   time   and   time   again   in   passing   games   how   he’d   warn   him,   almost   as   if   he   cared.   That   he   could   never   truly   get   his   head   around,   if   it   was   in   a   way,   a   genuine   way   he   cared,   or   just   saying   it   to   scare   him   like   he   so   often   enjoyed   doing.

The   thought   left   his   gaze   briefly   wandering   to   the   pair   of   glowing   yellow   eyes   beside   him.   The   simulacrum   wanted   to   put   his   partners   well   being   before   his   own,   when   he   so   easily   could   play   the   selfish   card.   Blood   loss   was   definitely   a   possibility,   his   head   still   feeling   light,   almost   like   swimming,   causing   his   steps   to   be   less   than   their   usual   grace,   making   him   lean   against   the   other   here   and   there   after   every   few   steps   for   support.   He   could   feel   his   eyes   shift   down   to   his   level,   as   if   scanning   him,   or   looking   right   through   him   all   the   same.   Strange   how   one   man-   machine?   (   no,   he   was   a   man-   )   made   him   feel   so   small.   Fear   tactics   aside,   his   presence   alone   could   do   that   without   trying.   

“Y’know,   I   get   it’s   complicated.   I’m   all   for   the   sophstic-   pych-   deep,   meaningful   sort   of   stuff.   I   can   handle   you-   it-   I…      W-what   I’m   trying   to   say   is   I   care.   Not   just   because   we’re   on   the   same   team   or   anything   in   the   moment-   also   outside   of   all   this.   I’ve   never   really   seen   you   open   up   to   anyone   is   what   I’m   saying   so..   I   guess   I’m   just   a   little   curious   about   you   is   all-   that’s…   probably   weird   to   say..”   His   voice   fell   so   soft,   his   last   thoughts   something   that   should   have   stayed   behind   closed   lips,   but   fell   as   no   more   than   a   mutter   as   a   hand   took   hold   of   his   metallic   arm   for   support.   

“I   get   you   can   be   a   little   complex-   but   I   can   listen.”   For   there   was   a   part   of   him   that   was   still   human,   somewhere,   at   least   what   he’d   heard   in   rumor.   He   had   feelings,   and   knew   chances   were   he   just   needed   someone   who   cared.   He   could   feel   a   drop   of   blood   begin   to   roll   down   his   cheek   again,   the   wound   at   his   brow   still   trickling   away   as   he   used   the   back   of   his   hand   to   try   and   wipe   it   away.   “This   is   totally   gonna   ruin   my   good   side   for   when   the   match   is   over.   Posing   for   the   camera   while   looking   like   this?   C’mon-”   He   began   to   ramble,   but   one   foot   tripping   the   other   was   enough   to   make   him   fall   quiet,   holding   to   the   man   beside   him   for   support.   “You   mind   helping   me   wrap   this   up   when   we   get   a   chance?”   Gesturing   to   his   head,   he   then   jabbed   a   thumb   at   the   direction   of   the   building   in   front   of   them.   “There’s   gotta   be   something   good   nearby,   and   I   second   to..   rest..   if   that’s   alright   with   you.”

normally he’d have pushed another away from him as they went to lean on him for SUPPORT ( he didn’t need them, it would mean nothing if they perished ), but when HE does so, simulacrum can only barely catch themselves reaching hands out instinctually to steady him; steel hands acting as a means to GROUNDING HIM with every off step he took ( a safety net for every stumble illusionist made ). with the condition they were both in, like it or not, he knew better than to ABANDON the one chance he had at making it out of this thing alive ( or at least to the point of being able to die trying in a proper fight ).

eyes drift away from the shorter male for a moment to scan their surroundings as they continue to move, though the moment elliott’s voice breaks through the silence, yellow optics direct their attention right back to HIM ( and if he could, his brows would be furrowed with what was being spoken ). i can handle you. i care. i’m curious about you. it’s enough to draw forth a harsh SCOFF from the simulacrum, his eyes rolling  —  yeah, mirage said it best when he said so himself that that’s weird to say ( though revenant has no chance to speak his agreement to statement made, for as soon as silence befalls on them, he is speaking right back up once more ) .. a little complex. sure, on the surface, maybe, but even then that was just BARELY a SCRATCH upon it. the complexity of what he was and how he felt and thought went far beyond easy explanation ( if he wanted to get personal about things, at least ). 

eyes return to illusionist’s face, watching the droplet of blood almost INTIMATELY as it rolled down his cheek ( before getting wiped away by glove-clad hand ); a quiet, thoughtful hum sounding in his throat at the sight ( he almost missing the request to help PATCH HIM UP in the process ). attention settles on his words, and his gaze follows the finger that points ahead of them; an arm REACHING ROUND elliott’s waist to provide better support ( a silent for of agreement to his idea to search the location .. and an easier means of getting him there QUICKER than having him trip over his own feet the whole way there ). ❝ i’ll help you get patched up if you shut up for more than five seconds at a time. ❞ a blatant lie .. he’d help regardless.

arm extending out, spindly digits push door open, and he pulls the other inside with an amount of ease ( despite the way his own body was beginning to ACHE given the damages taken and the effort he was putting in to carry both their weights ). he’s GENTLE to release his hold on him, helping him to settle upon the vacant mattress and REST whilst he looked for supplies ( the least he could do, given the other had so kindly asked ). it wasn’t much, the vacant apartments not as full of supplies as he would have hoped, but it was at least untouched, from the looks of it; a welcome change to the scraps they’d been unfortunate to come across beforehand. it wasn’t long until he’d managed to locate a medkit from an outside bin, and made a quick return to his teammate upstairs.

there’s no hesitation in the way that he takes a seat beside the other, his legs tucked mostly beneath him as medkit is set atop the mattress; nimble fingers making quick work of getting it open and getting to work ( the sooner he got this done, the sooner they could keep moving ). he’s CONTENT to keep quiet, to let them both enjoy the silence of the arena for a chance after the massacre they’d BARELY MANAGED TO ESCAPE  —  to rest in peace before bringing this match to a close .. but words spoken by the other before LINGER in his mind; plaguing his thoughts.

faux sigh is breathed as eyes lift to peer into elliott’s own; mechanical fingers halting their movements temporarily. ❝ ..  —  and for the record ? going back to what you mentioned earlier .. ❞ a pause; silence filling the space between them as he resumes his work on patching elliott’s wounds. ❝ i don’t open up to anyone about myself. you don’t ask, i don’t tell. ❞ he preferred the PRIVACY ( and it wasn’t as though he cared about any of them on a personal level .. why should they show that interest to him? ).

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹. you got fucked up something awful. sorry. i don’t know why or when it got so bad for you, but now that heat feels so true to you that it’s hard to imagine a you without it. there’s nothing grand about the damage you do. it isn’t the kind that people write stories about. for this reason, it’ll be a while before anyone stops you, if they ever come around to it. it’s all the more likely that you’ll have to dig your own way out of this pit. one day you won’t even remember how blood tasted. the rage won’t keep you warm forever, killer!

personality: intense, introspective, edgy / / counterpart: the dark horse