[He smells her wounds as she approaches well before he looks up at her and sees them. He feels the curse marks he has burning in protest to his current situation, to his helplessness, to his fear.
He wishes more than anything that he could have done something more, hopes that Murkrow will turn out okay, resolves to find some way to fix his bird when he's no longer at risk of losing himself, and that's the last thing he gets to think before he's snapped in half by Moro's jaws.
When he returns the next week, the curse is still on his arms, although it's receded to the size it first was when he first got it. Sneasel and Feraligatr went out to find him and ended up finding Murkrow's ball- Murkrow had the curse completely spread over him and kill him in his ball before he returned.
Another week passes. And another. The reality that the curse will continue spreading no matter what he does sinks in. The fact that his cherished partner is never returning to him, no matter how hard he looks or hopes for him to come back.
By the end of the month, the curse spreads and consumes him, and he has to find some secluded place in the mountains and thrust his knife in his own chest for fear of hurting someone around him. It doesn't kill him immediately, and he slowly bleeds out in fear of his own actions and future.
Which is why when he returns again- still not aware of his first penalty, nor his second- he resolves to shut out his emotions completely.]
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He wishes more than anything that he could have done something more, hopes that Murkrow will turn out okay, resolves to find some way to fix his bird when he's no longer at risk of losing himself, and that's the last thing he gets to think before he's snapped in half by Moro's jaws.
When he returns the next week, the curse is still on his arms, although it's receded to the size it first was when he first got it. Sneasel and Feraligatr went out to find him and ended up finding Murkrow's ball- Murkrow had the curse completely spread over him and kill him in his ball before he returned.
Another week passes. And another. The reality that the curse will continue spreading no matter what he does sinks in. The fact that his cherished partner is never returning to him, no matter how hard he looks or hopes for him to come back.
By the end of the month, the curse spreads and consumes him, and he has to find some secluded place in the mountains and thrust his knife in his own chest for fear of hurting someone around him. It doesn't kill him immediately, and he slowly bleeds out in fear of his own actions and future.
Which is why when he returns again- still not aware of his first penalty, nor his second- he resolves to shut out his emotions completely.]