[ Rest assured, he feels just as terrible as he looks, like his whole body is at war with itself, leaving him drained and churning his insides around like the waves of the Ruby Sea.
He doesn't blame Sephiroth for this - how could he? It was an accident, an unfortunate circumstance of relying on strange magic. In the end, he's just glad his friend is here, come to spirit him away from his awful place and the awful people who inhabit it.
Sephiroth moves to help him up, and that's when the world tilts for real, and Luka heaves forward, emptying the rather meager contents of his stomach over the edger of his cot. It takes a bit for everything to stop spinning, and Luka wipes his mouth on the back of his trembling arm. ]
... Probably not.
[ He'd almost be embarrassed if he could bother to care. ]
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He doesn't blame Sephiroth for this - how could he? It was an accident, an unfortunate circumstance of relying on strange magic. In the end, he's just glad his friend is here, come to spirit him away from his awful place and the awful people who inhabit it.
Sephiroth moves to help him up, and that's when the world tilts for real, and Luka heaves forward, emptying the rather meager contents of his stomach over the edger of his cot. It takes a bit for everything to stop spinning, and Luka wipes his mouth on the back of his trembling arm. ]
... Probably not.
[ He'd almost be embarrassed if he could bother to care. ]