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The immediate quiet that followed proved unsettling, too eerie in its composition to offer any comfort. Thankful for this small mercy, John wipes the sweat from his brow, back turned slick with the sheen of cold perspiration. With his shirt clinging to his skin and limbs trembling ever so slightly, he suddenly desired a shower, the chance to scrub up, wring the worst of the days events from his bloodied hands–

Then again, wasn’t the worst behind them? Perhaps, but, in threading through uncharted territory, his fears returned, growing in their intensity. The hitching of the man’s breath only added to his rising concerns, a hastily cast spell providing him with enough information to declare that the throb of life still resided within the recovering male, though he did not draw close to him to confirm this face.

He wasn’t convinced it was safe.

Clasping a hand around his mouth, the blond thought quickly, his mind sifting through over a dozen or options to take next before landing on one idea in protection. Soon after coming to a decision, he soon sat to work, taking chalk in hand to etch out a new series of symbols on the floor, this time centred around his feet. When he finished, John would be standing in a protection circle shielded from harm. 

Sliding the ritual dagger into a sheath slung from his waist, John turned his gaze back towards a supine Ky’lar. Hoping, after everything, he would not have to take further measures against him.

“C’mon you bastard…Open your eyes for a few seconds. Give us a sign that you’re all right…”

_{it wasn’t safe and more than likely wouldn’t be safe : for all that ky’lar was, he couldn’t control himself with more primal instincts kicked in. before, he could at least keep himself under control if he absolutely needed to, but this was different.}

_{any humanity that he had held onto for years had evaporated and all that was left was a void that hungered for something he couldn’t quite put his hands on. it was a new feeling —- instead of the constant holding onto threads of humanity, there was just a void.}

_{maybe it was for the best; to be able to fully focus instead of grasping onto reaming threads that were on fire to begin with. whatever was left of his soul — if he ever had one — was twisted to the point of no return. not now, he could never go back, and there was no want to either —- john had assured of that.}

^{however, the sign that he was alright came slowly; he didn’t open his eyes at first, but rather both of his hands clenched into tight fists as his breathing starting going back to normal. as it was, his body, by all accounts was healing, and much faster than it had before. 
a perk of his humanity being destroyed no doubt.} 

a few moments later, a few deep coughs escaped his lips as he finally spoke; his eyes opening slowly as he did so,

❝ —– the moment i get the energy to get up, you’re getting torn to… shreds.❞   his voice was still weak as he tried to move, but he still couldn’t — not yet at least.