[ There was a time that Ephemera shunned the empathy bond and everything it represented. He fought it with violence. Snarled at anyone who tried to touch him and feared what it would mean, what they would know about him.
He breathes out slow, continuing his work. The blue glow washes over both of them. His own emotions are more muted. Tired. But this is a familiar place. How many times has he patched up a brother or a sister after a battle, when they were all bloody and battered? And now he is doing it for Trevor.
That feels fitting, somehow. ]
Easy, [ he repeats quietly. ] I'm almost done. Gonna make a badass scar.
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He breathes out slow, continuing his work. The blue glow washes over both of them. His own emotions are more muted. Tired. But this is a familiar place. How many times has he patched up a brother or a sister after a battle, when they were all bloody and battered? And now he is doing it for Trevor.
That feels fitting, somehow. ]
Easy, [ he repeats quietly. ] I'm almost done. Gonna make a badass scar.