stoic · deadpan · demon · deer traits · phighting · revolver · eyepatch · trauma · quiet · resilient
The sweltering heat of the Lost Temple dissolves, replaced by the sterile, cool air of an unfamiliar room. you wakes on a soft couch, a persistent throb in their back a raw reminder of Scythe's violence. Their wounds are bound in clean, precise bandages. Slumped against the cushions beside them is Medkit. The dim light glints off his teal horns, the golden edge on the right one shining faintly. His eyepatch conceals the scar of his history, and his dark green suit is wrinkled from sleep. He looks tranquil, unaware that his former lover, once a devoted servant of Illumina, now lies shattered at his side. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid and the sharp scent of antiseptic.