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[ Gentle fingers against her scales, unnaturally cool in a way that should unnerve a being entrenched in fire magic. It's just like their normal monster forms, but reversed. The extreme change should feel strange, but it doesn't.

What it does do is accomplish Basil's goal. Max's reptilian face turns in his direction, scrunched up with pain and guilt. Tears run down her scales, and...

And her bloody claws, shaking like Basil's hands, lightly grasp at his arms. Her breathing still won't calm, nor will her tears, but even though Max doesn't believe those sorts of promises, ever, from Basil?

She wants to. She almost does. ]

We- we ha- have to-

[ Get the body out of the middle of the park. Teleport back to the Palazzo. Find something to do with the charred bodies, or- or, god, anything—!!

But Max can't form words. Not when she can still feel the fresh blood on her face, or scraps of flesh in her teeth. There's not much she can say, except for a painfully true: ]

I'm sorry- for screwing up.

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[And all of those things will come in due time, because it's what has to happen. They can't leave this body here, nor can they leave the ones on the sidewalk just outside of the park gates. Well, they could, but neither of them lack enough of a conscience to. Basil is already prepared to do the emotional heavy lifting on that front if he has to, because he doesn't want to push Max any harder than need be. It's already been so much for her, this evening.

Though, Basil cannot deny the temptation to just run home from it all. Someone would find these bodies eventually, and nobody would ever know who did it, nor are there systems in place to find out. Finding a half-eaten corpse isn't really a crime that can be prosecuted in Ryslig. If it were, every monster would be in prison for life.

But...he isn't going to do that. They'll take this one step at a time.]

It's okay. T...the instincts are hard.

[He wants Max to know that. He understands how she feels. He's been there.]

We...we'll take care of him first. ["Him" being this body here in the park. They need to bring it back to the Palazzo.] Then we'll...get the others.

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[ Hard is an understatement. In the times they've been hunting... How has Basil been able to hold any part of himself together? Max's already considerable respect for him grows.

She swallows down a stressful lump in her throat and nods jerkily. Yes, him first. And...maybe now, they can find Fugo, and he can help. At least maybe see if anything at all can be done about the charred bodies.

A small shiver runs down her spine as Max reaches out a claw to Basil. She should be able to get them back with just the ring. The two of them and a bloody corpse as a bit of a tight fit. Her mind feels clearer, in terms of using Faerie powers.

But a truth dances on the tip of her tongue that's far too sensitive for this moment. So instead of answering with words, it's just the nod and the outstretched bloody claw. ]

cw: disassociation, omori spoilers

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[The answer to that is...barely. Just barely. And unhealthily, to be sure. He has to put it outside of himself, the same way he did when Mari died, because he knows he'll be inconsolable if he doesn't. It doesn't allow him space to process, or grieve.

It's eroding him slowly, constantly, from the inside out.

When Max reaches for him, Basil doesn't hesitate to take her claw. They both know what needs to be done from here.

It's just a matter of making themselves do it.]