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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 0:35:18 GMT
Following the massacre by the Sagittarius Horoscopes, Kiriha wished he was dead. He had managed to only get his leg torn open by one of the Horoscope's arrows, but so many people had died. He was there as a medic, and he couldn't do anything for anyone. He was nobody important, why was he alive?
So many innocent lives lost. So many warriors. His superiors.
So why was he alive?
He gripped the bedding tightly in his fist in his anger. Why him? Why!
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 2:26:43 GMT
The door slides open, and Natsumi walks in in her usual black dress, Sengoku Driver around her waist, and oddly enough, heels. She'd visited everyone who was wounded as best she could, trying to give them a little hope. It unwittingly went towards cementing her nickname - the one of Angel.
She'd asked Andrea to remain outside, and so it was as she sits down next to his bed. "Kiriha." she says simply. "How are you feeling?"
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 2:29:03 GMT
His grip didn't loosen at all. His eyes went to her before he turned his head entirely. He fought back the anger in his voice, the emotions that were filling him. He tried to keep a neutral tone, "Physically...physically fine," he told her. Drugs were keeping the pain at bay, and he'd been through surgery. He was thankful the technology had advanced to the point of helping with muscular regeneration, but it was incredibly painful at the same time.
"But...but mentally...why am I alive? Why do I live when so many innocent people are dead?"
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 2:54:52 GMT
She sighs softly. Her facade wouldn't work here. But she needed him to be in the right state of mind. "Y'know, my father once had a heavy burden on him. Saving 1 billion people, while 6 more die. It wasn't easy, but at one point he found hope. Because he didn't give up even though it did seem bleak at times." She gave. "You're alive to do your damnedest in ensuring that as few as possible join them on that list. In short, do your best, Kiri."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 3:09:49 GMT
Kiri?
"But what value is my life compared to those who could do some good? I lived, yet so many of our upper level people died. The ones who make the decisions, who see to it that things are done. I'm a terrible soldier, and now I'm a wounded medic who can't even do his job in the wake of this disaster..."
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 3:30:28 GMT
She wouldn't say any more about the nickname, but..
"There's many people in URSA and others that have lost sight of things. Or that think of people as assets. Numbers...suits." She sighs. "I still don't know why you rejected the Kurokage gear. But that's besides the point." She approaches and looks down at him. "The value in your life..is that you're alive. And while you're not a great soldier...you're a good man."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 3:32:00 GMT
"I'm not a fighter," he told her, "That gear is for soldiers, fighters. I can't fight to the level that the organization would need me to fight at. It would be a waste. ZECTrooper gear is more to my low skill level." He sighed, "The people who died were good too..."
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 3:48:13 GMT
"Nothing will bring them back. You're here, they're not. And what I need of you, and what your team needs of you...is to rest, regain your strength, and be 100%. It'd be the difference between saving our lives..or not. Because the team trusts their lives to you. I trust my life to you."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 3:50:02 GMT
"I'm not your medic," he stated simply. No, the elites had better people than him, or Akemi. She should put her life and faith in them, not in Kiriha or anyone of his level.
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 3:53:12 GMT
"I can make it so, with a word." Natsumi gave. "And maybe I might. You need to be more confident in yourself."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 3:54:56 GMT
He looked at her with a look of shock, "You...you would make me your medic?" he questioned her bluntly. No, bad idea, very bad idea...
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 4:10:21 GMT
"I would." Natsumi gave. "But maybe I should give you some time to think about it."
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 4:12:02 GMT
"I'm young," he told her, "I'm new to this. Don't put me on as your personal medic. Whoever you have now is superior to me, please, do not spite them and put me into this."
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Post by Natsumi Kureshima on May 20, 2014 4:47:55 GMT
Sighing, she looks at him. "What's the status of your current squad? How many of them survived?"
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Post by Kiriha Kyuuseishu on May 20, 2014 4:49:03 GMT
He shook his head, "I wouldn't know," he admitted. He had yet to receive any information.
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