[There's no change in Desmond, and Alastair inhales sharply as the wound continues to bleed and all Desmond does is just stand there and laugh. What the hell is happening?
Alastair swallows and looks back down at the wound. He concentrates.
Slowly the wound knits back together as if nothing ever happened.
It feels harder to do this time, for some reason. When it's finished, Alastair takes a deep breath like he's just sprinted down a city block. That... shouldn't have been that hard. Maybe it's because he's so tired. That's probably it.
Well it's healed, but there's still blood. Alastair stares at it, unsure of what to do about it. It's run down Desmond's hand onto his and is beginning to drip onto the ground.]
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Alastair swallows and looks back down at the wound. He concentrates.
Slowly the wound knits back together as if nothing ever happened.
It feels harder to do this time, for some reason. When it's finished, Alastair takes a deep breath like he's just sprinted down a city block. That... shouldn't have been that hard. Maybe it's because he's so tired. That's probably it.
Well it's healed, but there's still blood. Alastair stares at it, unsure of what to do about it. It's run down Desmond's hand onto his and is beginning to drip onto the ground.]