It's Been Awhile Since I've Fucked Things Up Just Like I Always Do [Pythia]

Thoughts drifting in and out Tarnish lost focus on what he needed to do. The pain wrapped around him like a veil and he almost didn't notice his younger sister, Pythia until shortly before she spoke. He lifted his head up gingerly, wincing as the flesh moved, the wince itself doing nothing to ease his discomfort. She had something in her mouth which he could only assume was her healing supplies. "Hey…Argh, asshole got me… right in the face. Right side… uhhh…." A swell of pain caused his voice to catch in his throat for a moment. "Middle of forehead to cheek and… my right eyebrow." It had bled so much that it had matted his right eye shut as it dried during the journey.

"It's bad… isn't it…" It felt like it was deep, he was almost certain it was going to scar and while part of him was almost excited for the prospect of his firs true battle scar the pain dampened his enthusiasm. A little was great, it was grounding, but the longer he'd left his wound untreated the more the pain grew, consuming him, becoming one of the few sensations he could feel. Anything else was swiftly smothered by its growing strength.