risingluv

⸻ @risingluv: "if you heal up all your little wounds, does that include your, y'knowwwww... vital, uh, precious parts of your body?" he saddles up close, putting an arm around bladey with a little giggle, unashamed of this conversation at all. "y'know how many credits we could make off a person who has kidney's that regrow? think about it! you'd be saving so many people with a body like that! it'd be generous work, my friend."

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 but the infinite edges of a blade. Such is the tutelage hewn into every mote and sinew of his being. If he could untangle the vessels of his body and wring it about the fool’s neck then he would. Let the man learn for himself the CONSEQUENCES of this curse and blessing that he would reap for profit. There is no torture Blade could inflict upon him that would mirror the agonizing regeneration of each and every cell, when his nerves at last blossom into being and light afire.

He shuts his eyes, wishing he could do the same for his ears. Then might he be free of this witless blathering. It must be a simple life one must lead to care little for the troubles and tribulations of the world. But there are those truly blessed by the gods, where fortune unfolds a path least resistance. To have walked along such a path must be the reason for the lack of care. Consequences and causality, all of it rendered meaningless for this jester.

Or at the very least, when such fatal karma circles around once more, its repercussions must be nothing. It’s not for the inanity of the fool’s words, not the suggestion of harm to his own body that stokes his ire to a rumbling fire within the iron furnace of his HATE, but how easy this man’s life seems that he would willingly invite trouble.

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