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“You wanna know something, Dacien?”
Haah…Haah…ahh… His breath came in short puffs.
”Hm? What’s that, Myarus?” Dacien was standing across from him, idly swinging his new greataxe.
Tears stung his eyes as he ran, fogging up the already scratched lenses of his helmet.
“Sometimes I wish I didn’t have these horns. Or these scales for that matter.” He said, distastefully rubbing his arms.
He shook his head, the weight unnatural without his-
“Tsk.” Dacien clicked his tongue. “If this is about-“
“I had these issues before then, Dacien. Besides, you weren’t wrong.” Myarus shrugged.
He must’ve pissed someone off, for this memory to return at this exact moment
“If it’s worth anything, I think yours look cool.” Dacien said, swinging his axe much harder.
Myarus chuckled, “Sometimes I wonder…”
He choked out a sob.
“How the other half lives.”
His foot suddenly caught a broken piece of the pavement, sending the cerulean tank flying from his arms, skidding across the ground as he fell. His vison swam, his head spinning nauseatingly. He prayed the noise didn’t alert any nearby tempered or worse, the bots.
“I have to get back…Have to stop him before…” His voice felt strange. Twice as deep, and scratchy. Nothing like his own.
He staggered to his feet, picking up the tank carefully. Not much had spilled, thankfully. He still had enough to fill the magitek armor.
I’m coming, everyone! Please, please don’t let me be too late!
* * *
“…rus…Myarus…Myarus!”
He suddenly jolted upright, seeing Dacien kneeing in front of where he sat in the snow, the other Scions on either side. He shook his head, his horns catching on the sides of his coat. He could feel the subtle tug of his scales on the fabric of his clothing. The way his gloves caught slightly on the ones on his hands.
“You back with us, buddy?” Dacien asked, gripping his shoulder tight.
He tried to speak, but instead turned to vomit into the snow next to him. He gripped the sides of his horns, his body shaking.
“I never…I didn’t…” He stammered, eyes wide with fear.
“I know, I know. It’s alright now, you’re safe.” Dacien pulled him into a tight hug, with Myarus burying his face into his shoulder.
A few deep breaths helped to steady his racing heart. He closed his eyes to simply feel his body again. The little sensations and quirks he’d taken for granted.
“Horns and scales aren’t so bad after all.” He said with a breathy laugh.
Dacien shook his head, pulling back to ruffle his hair. “Told you they were cool.”