The Doppelganger
Iris was definitely not taking the news well, but Kai felt weirdly content about this whole situation. It was strange. He just… didn’t care. Or at least, he didn’t mind it as much.
Since he found it awkward to lean over Iris while he dressed her wound, he motioned for her to sit down beside him. From there it was a ritual; clean the cut, apply bacta, wrap it in a bandage.
<I think I’ll be fine with a little rest,> he said. Of course, what he thought didn’t mean much, given that he still barely understood his own limits. <Don’t worry about me, Iris.>
Even after he finished, Kai’s attention lingered on the scars which covered her right arm and shoulder. His fingertips gently traced over them, morbidly fascinated, before he realized what he was doing and stopped. <Sorry. I just...>
If he kept fighting, would he wind up with markings gouged in his flesh like hers? <Is it bad? Having these?> he asked tentatively, gesturing to her scars.
Since he found it awkward to lean over Iris while he dressed her wound, he motioned for her to sit down beside him. From there it was a ritual; clean the cut, apply bacta, wrap it in a bandage.
<I think I’ll be fine with a little rest,> he said. Of course, what he thought didn’t mean much, given that he still barely understood his own limits. <Don’t worry about me, Iris.>
Even after he finished, Kai’s attention lingered on the scars which covered her right arm and shoulder. His fingertips gently traced over them, morbidly fascinated, before he realized what he was doing and stopped. <Sorry. I just...>
If he kept fighting, would he wind up with markings gouged in his flesh like hers? <Is it bad? Having these?> he asked tentatively, gesturing to her scars.