Before Me I See the Future

He can tell the moment something, someone’s attention is on him and he’s no longer part of the backdrop. He can feel the other across the small courtyard amidst the other milling souls. This one is tinged at the edges, he can tell. heartbreak, loss, something not so sinister, but something he’s latched onto on others before. Using pain of any sort normally gets him a soul or two when he’s looking.

He’s not looking right now, though, so he calmly turns from watching the people around him to look at the other dead on. An omnic monk from the temple, if his clothing is anything to go by. He’s watching him, he assumes, as his face is turned in Jesse’s direction. Still puzzled by why he’s even at the Temple in the first place, the demon continues to stare back for a moment before tilting his head, the light catching his eyes, and tips the brim of his hat.

What’s a little conversation to drown out eternal immortal damnation?

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He didn’t dare step any closer to the sanctuary behind him. So bright and pure was it that his skin prickled and every demonic instinct built up over millennia screamed for him to get the hell out of dodge. He normally hated places like this. The churches and monasteries and temples. He hated how mortals pretended to be pious just to grace their halls. He could see inside each and every one of them and bah. They weren’t worthy. 

Neither was he.

But that didn’t stop him from shifting and sitting at the base of an omnic effigy just so he could hear the soul-silencing hum of the place. Even if his own was the deepest, blackest pit, something here tugged on him, beckoned him. A siren song of something he wanted but knew he couldn’t have. So he sat and he brooded and he enjoyed the quietness of the place while worshippers, monks and tourists walked around him, their voices adding to the din in the background as he tried to figure out what the devil he was doing in a place like that.

He was offering to help. The words made Jesse whine softly, pathetically. He clears his throat as he clearly is trying to remain in control of himself but would eventually lose the battle.

“If….I took ya up on yer offer…” he felt dirty just for asking. This was a monk. He was asking a monk to help him. “….I don’t even care anymore.” He would go to hell for this. “Please help. I need somethin’. Anythin’.”

“Very well, mister McCree. Relax, let me take care of you.” Mondatta soothes.

Jesse was glad to see the omnic was still there. He settles back down on the bed until he sees the water. He manages to reach for it and nearly down the drink. The cold water was rather refreshing. His his move to look at the omnic, pupil dilated and seeming eager for any attention.

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It didn’t take long for the cowboy to undress once the omnic left the room. Piling the clothes at the edge of the bed. They were wet from various different substances but he still needed more. He needed much more.

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Mondatta slips at Jesse’s call into the room, a few fruit snacks and water bottles in hand.  “I am here, mister McCree.” he soothes, setting the water and food on the bedside table.