A toddler in need? AKA one slight deaging

[project_kuron]

There's a young man, about twenty five by the looks of him, in the middle of the square. Plaza. Whatever.

He's looking either cofused out of his mind, or slightly upset as if he's spilled his soup or something, or was late for school, who even knows, just by looking at him one might think so, or mighty bored, it might be hard to tell.

He might look very familiar to some.

If he sees you, whoever 'you' might be, he might gesture vaguely at you. Maybe asking for some clarification. Or. Well. Whatever it is, it's definitely a question, one can judge that by his face expression and a vague spoken (sounded?),

"...a-ah?? Uhm, uhm, o-...ee??"

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[iamjustvisiting]

"I am not in his mind." Tommy points out. Reaching in to pull the offensive mind out, yes, like a doctor cutting out disease.

"I have my reasons." And they were many, including his near aggressive dislike of unknown and uninvited visitors. When his memories of pain don't push the being away, he starts trying to dig in Honerva's mind for her most hidden memories, to pull them to the surface.

[project_kuron]

He snarls.

Honerva pust away quickly, violently. There are things she does not wish to see again, ever again. Things she's locked deeply, deeply in her mind's sactuary. And things the Dark Entities there have locked deeper away, still.

In a moment, she's gone, the presence - temporarily.

The young man, however... might be having seizures. Sorry? Just a side effect.

[iamjustvisiting]

Tommy brushes his mind against hers as she retreats. It leaves a mark on her to Anthean minds like a paint stripe to mark her as a violent. Sure, she could remove it but then a mar might remain. It still might be enough for them to see.

Once she's gone Tommy returns to his body and sees to the boy she was injuring.

[project_kuron]

The young clone doesn't know what's going on, right now, in any capacity. And he's in pain.

[iamjustvisiting]

Tommy can't help with his mind but he can relieve the pain. He pulls a vial out of his coat and gives the human a single drop to deaden the pain. Then, all he can do is wait.

[project_kuron]

He moans, shudders, and tries to sit up. He's not able to, at least, not yet.

He suddenly sobs violently. Maybe there's just nothing else the young man can do, right now.

His mind is almost blank right now, save for the pain that he's trying to shove away very, very, very quickly. As if that's something he's used to doing.

[iamjustvisiting]

Tommy feels the effort and assists in bottling uo whatever pain the medication doesn't take care of.. and waits again.

[project_kuron]

It gets better.

The young man stares at Thomas now, through the tears, as his sobs quieten and then stop, slowly.

"G-good," he mutters, stammers out, ever so slowly.

[iamjustvisiting]

It's not that Tommy doesn't care, more that he doesn't feel enough to respond to the tears in any reasonable way. Instead he just waits for the pain to subside.

"Better?" He questions.

[project_kuron]

"Better. Thomas helps."

He's exhausted. But not in pain anymore.

"Thomas helps. Good Thomas."

[iamjustvisiting]

He nods to the comment that he was good. Not that Tommy really thought he was but there's no need to argue.

"Can you get up?"

In a chair and off the floor would probably be good, but Tommy would understand the inability to move. Sometimes it struck him too because of his joints.