[A lot happens in the silent depths of Havoc's mind in the course of just a few seconds that she spends limp, eyes glazed over beneath the eerie red glow of her contract and black sludge trickling from her mouth.
Somewhere out in the universe, in some distant false sky... the star with them messier code FN-067 reactivates, whether there was a National Astronomical Observatory remaining in existence to note it or not. The emotions of the woman who had been a Regressor a moment earlier fade away, and the cold, rational mind of a Contractor surges in to replace it. And once it does... it moves quickly through everything from how to breathe to whether to fake unconsciousness to what name she should give, all in the space of time it takes Kaeya to turn her limp body over, make her more comfortable...
Her eyes flutter. She coughs the last of the sludge up onto her chin, either too weak or too shameless to care about decorum. She isn't clutching her broken fingers anymore. No surge of power lights up her eyes. Despite how utterly physically exhausted she seems... She almost looks more peaceful.]
Water...
[A word finally makes it out of her black-coated throat.]
Please... ?
[For now... it made the most sense to remain polite.]
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Somewhere out in the universe, in some distant false sky... the star with them messier code FN-067 reactivates, whether there was a National Astronomical Observatory remaining in existence to note it or not. The emotions of the woman who had been a Regressor a moment earlier fade away, and the cold, rational mind of a Contractor surges in to replace it. And once it does... it moves quickly through everything from how to breathe to whether to fake unconsciousness to what name she should give, all in the space of time it takes Kaeya to turn her limp body over, make her more comfortable...
Her eyes flutter. She coughs the last of the sludge up onto her chin, either too weak or too shameless to care about decorum. She isn't clutching her broken fingers anymore. No surge of power lights up her eyes. Despite how utterly physically exhausted she seems... She almost looks more peaceful.]
Water...
[A word finally makes it out of her black-coated throat.]
Please... ?
[For now... it made the most sense to remain polite.]