"That sounds particularly important then. It is a cruel thing to have a part of oneself taken away so quickly," his fingers are still drifting over Bash's back somewhere between a massage and a caress, "The mirror must have kept it when you stepped through. I would not want to give false hope, but perhaps there will be a way to have it returned to you eventually"
"Mmm. Doesn't sound quite right. Mirror wasn't being malicious, mirror was hungry. It wanted me for a juicebox. Like being blown by a black hole--there was nothing at all that was personal about that." Though where the tattoo went if his gut feeling is true, he can't say.
"I see. Perhaps you're right," Giles nods, despite the fact it lands far outside of his expertise, even discounting the fact that he hadn't witnessed the event himself, he's still trying to puzzle the answer out in his mind "My depth of experience comes from a far more hostile world than this one, after all"
There's a small pause, wherein Bash tries to rank the hostility of a.) his homeworld and b.) Duplicity against the Serena Eterna, and comes to the conclusion that any ranking will inevitably be as arbitrary the podium for a given Marble League event. No world is safe, all worlds are fucked. But some might be more fucked than others.
But the thought exercise is simultaneously both far-enough removed from reality and distracting enough that he's beginning to feel almost pretty much sort of human again. Erm, demigod again.
"I was. It seemed... Important, that someone be here when you woke up" Giles smiles just slightly, head tilting to one side "And it appears I was correct on that front"
Giles folds his hands in his lap, staring at them with a bone deep weariness "Because of what I am, mental strain can take a rather large toll. Sometimes, like now, I am alright. Slightly more fragile perhaps, but sound of mind. At others... I'm not entirely present. I forget things, important things. I detest being a burden, but I have no choice but to rely on Oswald to look after me in those moments."
"He's your north star. Your anchor." Bash nods understanding. No, he doesn't quite have Clarity to consider. But he knows something about dissociation after trauma--both from personal experience and from helping to anchor Jeff. "I know I'm not as close, but if there's fuck all I can do to help, I'd like to."
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But the thought exercise is simultaneously both far-enough removed from reality and distracting enough that he's beginning to feel almost pretty much sort of human again. Erm, demigod again.
"Were you up all night waiting for me?"
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"Thank you. I am certainly glad to be myself again, even if everything comes with a little more difficulty now."
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"Because of what I am, mental strain can take a rather large toll. Sometimes, like now, I am alright. Slightly more fragile perhaps, but sound of mind. At others... I'm not entirely present. I forget things, important things. I detest being a burden, but I have no choice but to rely on Oswald to look after me in those moments."
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