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[zoomingupthathill]

[ 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.]