You don't make it easy to want to tell you things.
[To be honest. But if Sousei's going to get sassy then it's kind of just Tenka's natural response to return fire. Though... well, the amusement is a nice change from the stillness of his expression earlier. It's enough to get Tenka's shoulders to relax a bit and he sighs.
Despite everything else he'd been through, now is when the smile drops. This is where the pain really starts and there is no happiness in this part of the story. He could find things to smile and joke about later, even days later, when he's with his brothers and without the Yamainu. But in this part of the story there's is nothing but-]
It was really painful.... but I suppose that's expected when you receive an injury that would normally kill you. [Subconsciously, he straightens and sits up, as if the scar on his back had its own weight and he refuses to slump from it now.] They gave me the first dose of medicine when I was unconscious, I think... and it saved my life.
[He raises his left arm then, holding it in front of him and staring at the faux bracelet on his wrist.]
But I couldn't move my left side, not my hands, my feet, the left side of my mouth, nothing. [He remembers that, laying flat on the table and his own speech - what words he had the strength to try to muster - was difficult to decipher and only his right side could grip the edge of the operating table when the pain hit.] So they gave me more.
[They gave it to him. He didn't ask for it. There was never a choice.]
.... It was stiff, but eventually I could start moving my left side again. Little by little.
[He opens and closes his left hand, an easy movement now but - back then, not so much.]
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[To be honest. But if Sousei's going to get sassy then it's kind of just Tenka's natural response to return fire. Though... well, the amusement is a nice change from the stillness of his expression earlier. It's enough to get Tenka's shoulders to relax a bit and he sighs.
Despite everything else he'd been through, now is when the smile drops. This is where the pain really starts and there is no happiness in this part of the story. He could find things to smile and joke about later, even days later, when he's with his brothers and without the Yamainu. But in this part of the story there's is nothing but-]
It was really painful.... but I suppose that's expected when you receive an injury that would normally kill you. [Subconsciously, he straightens and sits up, as if the scar on his back had its own weight and he refuses to slump from it now.] They gave me the first dose of medicine when I was unconscious, I think... and it saved my life.
[He raises his left arm then, holding it in front of him and staring at the faux bracelet on his wrist.]
But I couldn't move my left side, not my hands, my feet, the left side of my mouth, nothing. [He remembers that, laying flat on the table and his own speech - what words he had the strength to try to muster - was difficult to decipher and only his right side could grip the edge of the operating table when the pain hit.] So they gave me more.
[They gave it to him. He didn't ask for it. There was never a choice.]
.... It was stiff, but eventually I could start moving my left side again. Little by little.
[He opens and closes his left hand, an easy movement now but - back then, not so much.]