[SIR. HE’S BLEEDING. Hugging hurts!!! Look at him, he’s in actual pain!]
[Joshua does his best to hide it, though, keeping his grimace in check as Yato lets him go and hams it up.]
You’re welcome.
[That subdued, but genuine, response is the best he can manage between hefty breaths, the edge of a coughing fit, and a deep fatigue that threatens to kick out his legs from beneath him. Bonus points for the pain lancing up his side.]
[Okay. That’s something he can take care of now. Sure, the use of dreamotion is likely to drain him even further, but he can’t walk around with an open wound like that. It’s bad manners.]
[A stream of healing energy flows from his palm, flecked with tongues of flame, as he presses it against the slash along his side. The wound isn’t deep, so it doesn’t take long nor does it add significantly to his tiredness.]
[Now that that distraction is dealt with, Joshua can focus on Yato’s offer. As before, it seems sincere. At the very least, there’s no overt evidence towards an ulterior motive. That just leaves him with the conundrum of what to ask for.]
[The first thing that comes to mind is to end the affliction causing him to seek out the books that made him a target in the first place. It would solve all of his woes, and more. But does Yato possess that level of power? Even if he does, would wishing for something so selfish over the restoration of lost knowledge potentially doom anyone else who suffers or may suffer the same malady.]
[Before he gets lost too deep in the philosophical weeds, it’s probably best to gather some information.]
What is the extent of your power, friend?
[He pauses. Tired. Still slightly out of breath.]
I suppose it would be more prudent to ask first… what is your name?
no subject
[Joshua does his best to hide it, though, keeping his grimace in check as Yato lets him go and hams it up.]
You’re welcome.
[That subdued, but genuine, response is the best he can manage between hefty breaths, the edge of a coughing fit, and a deep fatigue that threatens to kick out his legs from beneath him. Bonus points for the pain lancing up his side.]
[Okay. That’s something he can take care of now. Sure, the use of dreamotion is likely to drain him even further, but he can’t walk around with an open wound like that. It’s bad manners.]
[A stream of healing energy flows from his palm, flecked with tongues of flame, as he presses it against the slash along his side. The wound isn’t deep, so it doesn’t take long nor does it add significantly to his tiredness.]
[Now that that distraction is dealt with, Joshua can focus on Yato’s offer. As before, it seems sincere. At the very least, there’s no overt evidence towards an ulterior motive. That just leaves him with the conundrum of what to ask for.]
[The first thing that comes to mind is to end the affliction causing him to seek out the books that made him a target in the first place. It would solve all of his woes, and more. But does Yato possess that level of power? Even if he does, would wishing for something so selfish over the restoration of lost knowledge potentially doom anyone else who suffers or may suffer the same malady.]
[Before he gets lost too deep in the philosophical weeds, it’s probably best to gather some information.]
What is the extent of your power, friend?
[He pauses. Tired. Still slightly out of breath.]
I suppose it would be more prudent to ask first… what is your name?