Public Channel B20 [CW: General Fosterness]

[criticallyfucked]

Hahaha... uh. I don't usually ask for things, but I know swords aren't uncommon here... is there anyone willing and able to teach them?

I'll warn you I'm very stupid, so you'll probably have to beat it into me, but I'll repay your time!

I'll do anything you want... except die.

If that's what you want, you'll have to do it yourself! So don't ask.

Comments

[moonfang]

[there's something to be said about using one's own body as a battering ram, but... it's helpful to have the ability to heal from the injuries that are likely to result.]

Keheheheh! Now... The problem is... you don't heal unnaturally fast, do you? Berserkin' is a great tactic, but if you break yourself to pieces in the process, ya ain't gonna last long.

I'm so, so sorry. Depression got me, then Plot got me...

[criticallyfucked]

Last long?

Oh, that's not... haha. Who cares! That was never a possibility--I was never, haha, never built to last. Dying soon--dying now, dying later, it's all the same!

[He chokes, stutters on his own laughter, a wet string of drool from his bottom lip, but his focus is clear, his shoulders back and eyes bright. One foreleg paws at the ground, leaving a triple furrow from his hooved toes.

He sobers enough to fix Zangetsu with a... particularly intense stare, the same way a bird might, focused on one eye.]

All that matters is whether or not it works. If it breaks me, if it obliterates, if it destroys me, that's even better! I have no one else to be.