[this was a mild price to pay for what he had been granted, far as Abel was concerned -- even if he had been hoping the toll would be memories he could stand to live without instead (ignorant as he was that he had lost both).
he gives his brother a half-there glance over his shoulder, the sight of his twin's bloodless face making him feel cold right down to the bone.]
N... no, it's... okay.
[his body would patch itself up given a week or two. being a clone-- a Crusnik-- had its advantages. he's blinking hard to dispel the blurriness, and then clumsily lift a hand to tug at his shirt back down. he didn't know how, but-- he would fix this himself. stitch it up, sleep it off... HE'D BE GOOD AS NEW. he wasn't supposed to burden Cain with this... god... damnit.]
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he gives his brother a half-there glance over his shoulder, the sight of his twin's bloodless face making him feel cold right down to the bone.]
N... no, it's... okay.
[his body would patch itself up given a week or two. being a clone-- a Crusnik-- had its advantages. he's blinking hard to dispel the blurriness, and then clumsily lift a hand to tug at his shirt back down. he didn't know how, but-- he would fix this himself. stitch it up, sleep it off... HE'D BE GOOD AS NEW. he wasn't supposed to burden Cain with this... god... damnit.]