Ghoul. [ Jet says, sharper than he intends to - but the damage is done, and there's a hole in the wall, and Jet's expression gets even more tight. He takes a deep breath, counts to three.
It doesn't really help, but whatever.
He keeps one arm around Kobra when he folds. It hurts for all of them. It's the worst fucking thing. Kobra lost a brother, and so did Jet and Ghoul, and Jet understands the need to hurt something - distantly, maybe, but he understands it - but they can't. It doesn't help. Ghoul sits, and Jet reaches for him, hand going to rest on Ghoul's back, but - but the blood.
Hold it together. God dammit, hold it together. He wipes the blood off on his own shirt, precautionary, and then carefully rests his hand on Ghoul's arm, instead. ]
We can bury him. Or cremation. It's up to you, snakebite. [ Jet says, soft. ] It's okay. He'll be looked after. He'll be stardust.
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It doesn't really help, but whatever.
He keeps one arm around Kobra when he folds. It hurts for all of them. It's the worst fucking thing. Kobra lost a brother, and so did Jet and Ghoul, and Jet understands the need to hurt something - distantly, maybe, but he understands it - but they can't. It doesn't help. Ghoul sits, and Jet reaches for him, hand going to rest on Ghoul's back, but - but the blood.
Hold it together. God dammit, hold it together. He wipes the blood off on his own shirt, precautionary, and then carefully rests his hand on Ghoul's arm, instead. ]
We can bury him. Or cremation. It's up to you, snakebite. [ Jet says, soft. ] It's okay. He'll be looked after. He'll be stardust.