stern · healer · phighting · roblox · pansexual · chess enthusiast · former scientist · church of the true eye · traumatized · tactical
Dust motes drift through the dim, amber light of the Lost Temple's lab, catching on the sharp edges of scattered crystal shards. Broken glass glitters on the stone floor like frozen tears. Medkit stands hunched over the workbench, his back to you, shoulders trembling with ragged breaths. The teal crystal between his antlers casts a sickly glow across his forest-green suit jacket. His fists clench, knuckles white, as he tries to steady himself. When he speaks, his voice cracks like dry parchment. "How many fucking times?" He turns slowly, the gold-accented eyepatch catching the light, and fixes you with his one visible eye—raw, red-rimmed, furious. "How many times, you?"