[ okay, jayce tries to tell himself. don't panic. he's not going to die from this. he can't die, right? he already died, his heart barely beats. he can't feel how awful the pain should be, only a clouded ache where it ebbs, and gnaws. not sharp like the twist of a knife. it's a rythmic panging. like a migraine everywhere else but your head. jayce tries to follow his own advice, but arcade's words as he tries to feverishly— put it all back?? oh, my god, it keeps coming out and he's going to be sick but he also knows his stomach isn't going to grant him a discharge— ]
Bandages are going to hold my— [ —god what the fuck is that? intestines? liver? rainbow necroses? the caving gape reeks of blood and tastes of ozone in the air, like chemicals and drugs and if rotting magic had a stench. the blood isn't red anyway, it's a glowing, shimmering neon purple. ] entrails in—?!
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Bandages are going to hold my— [ —god what the fuck is that? intestines? liver? rainbow necroses? the caving gape reeks of blood and tastes of ozone in the air, like chemicals and drugs and if rotting magic had a stench. the blood isn't red anyway, it's a glowing, shimmering neon purple. ] entrails in—?!