[after baby sits up, mystery follows suit, propping himself up with his hands, his hair falling back into place. he feels the burn in his face from the cut and that has him wondering the same thing: why hasn't the pain eased at all? as if on cue, the spot on his head throbs and he reaches to touch it, wincing slightly at the ache.
he glances over and down at baby's hand, knowing full-well what he's trying to do, but when nothing happens, his heart drops straight into his stomach.
“i think we're human.” no, that can't be... can it? it's the only explanation, though. why else would they still be hurting and have injuries? he drags his hand down, fingertips tracing over the bandage and tape on his face, his breath hitching at the shock that runs through him.
mystery takes a deep breath, sighs it back out, and tries to will his heartbeat to stop pounding, though to no avail. his hand lowers further to clutch his chest, his attention turning to his own hand as he attempts to transform as well, even if nothing happens.]
I— I think you're right... [and that's frightening to consider. if they're human, what does that mean? did the honmoon seal their demon powers? did it take them away entirely? he lifts his other hand and twists it up in his hair, gripping the strands none-too-gently, his anxiety spiking further, shown in the way his voice raises an octave.] What are we going to do?
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he glances over and down at baby's hand, knowing full-well what he's trying to do, but when nothing happens, his heart drops straight into his stomach.
“i think we're human.” no, that can't be... can it? it's the only explanation, though. why else would they still be hurting and have injuries? he drags his hand down, fingertips tracing over the bandage and tape on his face, his breath hitching at the shock that runs through him.
mystery takes a deep breath, sighs it back out, and tries to will his heartbeat to stop pounding, though to no avail. his hand lowers further to clutch his chest, his attention turning to his own hand as he attempts to transform as well, even if nothing happens.]
I— I think you're right... [and that's frightening to consider. if they're human, what does that mean? did the honmoon seal their demon powers? did it take them away entirely? he lifts his other hand and twists it up in his hair, gripping the strands none-too-gently, his anxiety spiking further, shown in the way his voice raises an octave.] What are we going to do?