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Date & Time: Oct 8th, around midnight/1 AM
Location: halls/cafeteria!
Characters: Ashraf Salib and ???
Summary: ashraf looks like a bloody horror movie extra and desperately needs a shower. naturally, this is a great time to go for a stroll.
Warnings: blood and... remainders of gore? no actual gore unless something goes terribly wrong, dude's a healer.

[ A: Hallways ]
He's not moving too fast. It's slightly faster than a trudge, but a few paces below a stroll; both arms hang limply at his sides, with one of his hands clutching two golden, cross-tipped rods, and he watches the ground as he walks.

But more noticeable than the slumping posture or the slow steps, would probably be the way his beautiful, ornate robes look completely done for. They're soaked in blood, from a giant rip in the back suggesting a solid axing had happened somewhere around his spine, to a wash down from the neck, reminiscent of a cut throat. Blood mats his hair and has dried on his skin, but looking a little closer will show no visible wounds at all. The guy might look horrifying, but he's doing pretty okay for a victim of attempted manslaughter.

It's been a long night, man.

[ B: Cafeteria ]
One of his first destinations has been the cafeteria. It's late enough that it's emptied out, and he's free to slump at a seat at one of the tables and not worry about scaring anyone with his admittedly disturbing look. He'll take care of that... soon. Somehow. He hasn't worked out yet how he'll do it with just a 5 minute shower, but he'll work something out.

But for now: tea. He sips slowly as he stares at the far wall, willing himself to unwind. Exhaustion is just around the corner, if he can just do away with the dancing nerves of recent battle.

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[Koltira patrols the corridors of the moonbase regularly, just as he had patrolled the streets of Exsilium. It's a different set of purposes, though: on the island, he wandered the city in search of threats to snuff out, people to help. Up here, in this confined space, he walks out of an increasingly violent restlessness. He cannot simply exile himself to the craters beyond the base; though he has no need to breathe, it's still not physically practical to remain outside for long.

But staying inside has become problematic, too. He's stalking through the hallway, considering this, considering the vacuum of space and the heartbeats of everyone around him, thrumming so quickly, so loudly in their chests -- and then he spots Ashraf.

And, uncharacteristically, grabs him by the arm.]

What the bloody hell happened to you?

[He's already guessing, though. Angrily.]

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[ He blinks as he stops, more surprised by Koltira's taking his arm than the unplanned-for sight of him. True, he'd sort of suspected that he'd run into Koltira sooner or later, and likely have to explain himself, but so soon? But he smiles tiredly nonetheless, and tries not to lean forward onto him. It'd be really nice to lean against something, and Koltira is so cool and refreshing... ]

Oh, hi there. [ Wait, but that had been a question, not a greeting. ] It's alright, nothing I didn't ask for.

[He hisses, not loosening his grip at all.]

Explain yourself.

[ He's too worn out to pull away, but he doubts that he would try it normally, either. Koltira will be angry about this, there's no avoiding that. Best just to go along with it. ]

I helped Seviilia. [ Simple and mild, but not apologetic. ] She's a lot better at accepting help than you are, I couldn't help but notice.

[Koltira lets go, and it's only through great force of will that he doesn't shove Ashraf to the ground in the bargain.

He seethes, and the anger aggravates his pain, makes the hissing in the back of his own mind more insistent. He clutches at the side of his head with one hand, growling low, his guttural voice full of rocks and poison.]

I told you not to approach her.

[ His smile fades and, slowly and not terribly noticeably, he stands a little straighter. ]

That wasn't for you to decide.

[It's difficult for him to articulate right now, but he's grasping -- perhaps hypocritically -- at the some of the same logic that's been used against him in the past.]

Your life is not your own, Ashraf. Your life belongs also to the people who care for you, and who do not want to see you hurt!

Koltira...

[ He watches him sadly for a few seconds, then sighs. Both hands reach to find the sides of Koltira's face, after fastening the Golden Cross into a loop at his belt. ]

Thank you for caring, I love you for that. But she was suffering, just like you are. I eased it. All of my pain is temporary, it's selfish of me not to take it.

[Ashraf's hands are warm on his face, and Koltira can hear the pulse in the other man's palms. He balks, wrenching immediately away.]

No -- no. Seviilia needs to learn -- control. You will not help her by indulging her in this way! You will not help anyone.

[He can't even address that 'love you' thing. FUCK YOU, MAN. YOU DON'T LOVE HIM.

He takes a step back.]

[ He drops his hands back to his sides again, too tired to do otherwise. ]

She's not a child, to have bad behaviors scolded out of her, Koltira. It's necessary. And you have to admit, it was better me than whoever was closest to her when she was pushed over the edge.

[ Which could have been very soon, judging by how fast she took him up on his offer. ]

This is business for the Ebon Blade. Not you.

[He steels himself, returning Ashraf's expression with one just as thin-lipped and firm. But he knows he won't be able to maintain it for long. He's got to go.]

I will deal with her, going forward.

[TURNING TO LEAVE.]

[ ugh, God, he's going to have to move, isn't he. He closes his eyes for a moment, takes a breath, and blesses himself quietly for strength. Feeling temporarily better he slides forward, looking to insert himself directly into Koltira's path. He glares up at him, jaw set. ]

Normally, yeah, I'd agree with you. But unless you have a plan, and you tell me about it, I'm not going to leave all the people crammed into this station in danger. So until those two things happen, I've made it my business.

[His cold eyes blaze like a stoked fire.]

There is nothing more to discuss. I need to think. And you need to stop meddling in issues that you do not understand!

[He shoves past Ashraf, growling low in his throat.]

[ He stands still, glaring after Koltira. But — no, anger doesn't fit here, and especially not when he reminds himself of how close Koltira must be to his own bloodfrenzy. So he lets out a breath, and when he calls after him it's low and calm. ]

Koltira — don't forget, my offer to you still stands, too.

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