Get Down with the Sickness

Hati bared his fangs at Loki's little jab about him fainting, but frankly he hadn't the energy to do much worse than that. It was a weak joke anyway. You'd think that he'd have thought of something better. It's not like he didn't have the whole time Hati was unconscious to think of something to say. As far as the other bastards went...


He turned ash-irritated yellow eyes in the direction of the rest of the group. He mostly tried to ignore his siblings' spats, in part because all they ever managed to do was piss him off, which never ended well, but this time the spat seemed to be about him, so ignoring them was probably not an option. Though shoving them all down in a deep dark cave and leaving them there was sounding more and more appealing. Akemi seemed to be having a showdown or something with them over, not unexpectedly, him and who would be taking care of him. "Would you all just fucking shut it and stop fucking fighting for five godsdamned seconds? No one's going to be dragging me anywhere, I can fucking walk by myself," he gritted out. He glared furiously around him, daring any of them to say otherwise, a low rumble sounding a warning in his chest. "And leave Akemi alone," he added with an additional glare for Weth.



Now, Hati wasn't a thinker like Loki, who would probably have studied his wounds and tested the waters, so to speak, before making an attempt to stand - or just let himself be carried like the pretty princess he was - no, Hati was a doer, and as such he didn't bother with any proprieties like getting himself ready. Hati simply decided he was going to get up, so he heaved himself to his feet.



He almost ended up back on his face. The infection had sapped his strength, left him weak, and the wounds in his both his front legs nearly made those legs collapse under him before he could make it up. He caught himself by desperately bringing a hindfoot up to balance. He stayed there, half up on his feet, panting. His stomach roiled, pain and dizziness threatening to send him back into blackness.



"I... could use some help." His gruff voice was reluctantly polite; no doubt some of his siblings were jumping at the idea of leaving him out here in the ash and dust. He was surprised Loki was here at all. Fury at his predicament nearly choked him, made him quiver with rage, but weak as he was he was in no position to give him to that rage. "I would really... appreciate it." The words were forced out through clenched teeth, but it would be easy enough to assume that it was pain, not anger, that caused it.


Well, he was making an effort, anyway. And if they didn't like it, they could fuck off. He'd figure it out on his own.



"Speech"

the sins of our father, the sins of our young