[His eyes narrow as he sees Benedikta approaching, but the tension is momentarily broken by the voice. Dread fills him as he sees the man's condition, but he staggers over and crouches down to them.]
Easy now...
[Too familiar. It's all too familiar, seeing a curse taking over one's body, helpless to stop it. If they had one of the cures, perhaps they could have helped, but...
He can see there's more to it than just the crystal. Perhaps they can't feel it, but one of their legs is bent terribly and crushed by some of the debris. And arm might even be completely shattered. Even if they were to take the man and manage to bring them to a healer...there was no hope. No hope at all.
Perhaps seeing that despair in Cid's face, they smile faintly.
"Please...kill me."]
What—
[His eyes shake for a moment as words echo through his mind. Of another time, another place, another person, another fate.
"While I...can still breathe...as a human... Please...
Inch by torturous inch the crystal creeps down. Without looking at Benedikta, Cid grits his teeth and takes his sword before slicing their neck. It's a clean slice and quick. And before the metal reached the skin, he swears he heard a whisper of thanks before it all grow silent, distant booms and tremors of cannon fire filling the void.]
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Easy now...
[Too familiar. It's all too familiar, seeing a curse taking over one's body, helpless to stop it. If they had one of the cures, perhaps they could have helped, but...
He can see there's more to it than just the crystal. Perhaps they can't feel it, but one of their legs is bent terribly and crushed by some of the debris. And arm might even be completely shattered. Even if they were to take the man and manage to bring them to a healer...there was no hope. No hope at all.
Perhaps seeing that despair in Cid's face, they smile faintly.
"Please...kill me."]
What—
[His eyes shake for a moment as words echo through his mind. Of another time, another place, another person, another fate.
"While I...can still breathe...as a human... Please...
Inch by torturous inch the crystal creeps down. Without looking at Benedikta, Cid grits his teeth and takes his sword before slicing their neck. It's a clean slice and quick. And before the metal reached the skin, he swears he heard a whisper of thanks before it all grow silent, distant booms and tremors of cannon fire filling the void.]