[Guilt is Dixon's new lot in life. It has been since he got set on fire a few weeks before the Green, so he's starting to get refined in the skill of beating himself up. It's taken him about seven hours to get together the courage to go talk to Shuichi, to check in on him, to follow-up on his disastrous attempt to get5 Shuichi and Impulse off the battlefield.
He shuffles instead of walks up, trying not to aggravate the cursed wound on his back. It feels like an icepick, with freezing cold radiating up under his shoulderblade, exacerbating the old injury he got there when he drunkenly wrapped his car around a tree a few years ago. Trance told him the wound looked both bad and evil, that it already was necrotizing and blackened. He believes it.
He brings Shuichi a blanket from one of the packs people were carrying. He's pretty sure what happened to Shuichi is the same thing that happened to Sothe, and Sothe felt cold, so after a while of thinking what to say or do Dixon finally a logical conclusion.]
You okay? [Shuichi definitely does not look okay. He looks vacant and lost.
Dixon gingerly sits down next to him and puts the blanket in Shuichi's lap.]
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He shuffles instead of walks up, trying not to aggravate the cursed wound on his back. It feels like an icepick, with freezing cold radiating up under his shoulderblade, exacerbating the old injury he got there when he drunkenly wrapped his car around a tree a few years ago. Trance told him the wound looked both bad and evil, that it already was necrotizing and blackened. He believes it.
He brings Shuichi a blanket from one of the packs people were carrying. He's pretty sure what happened to Shuichi is the same thing that happened to Sothe, and Sothe felt cold, so after a while of thinking what to say or do Dixon finally a logical conclusion.]
You okay? [Shuichi definitely does not look okay. He looks vacant and lost.
Dixon gingerly sits down next to him and puts the blanket in Shuichi's lap.]