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"Heh. Ye', I hear it." Shou looked over at Laz for a second, then back to the temple. Right arm gently held 'round Viceroy's shoulder, he helped the man towards the small group of people gathered in the midst of the temple ruins. Odd that he was being so kind to this man who'd only moments before had been trying to burn him to ashes.

Ah well, you did what you did 'cause that was what you thought to be right, right?

"Umm, hello?"

The question wasn't exactly posed to anyone in particular, but hopefully it'd be answered.

"It's err, nothing ma'am?" Shouyin had trouble dealing with these kind of situations. Fussy women, tears, confusing circumstances and situations that he had no idea about, and really couldn't hope to understand anytime in the near future. Especially when 'saving' this Leon fellow, had entailed helping somewhat to make an opening for one fellow to knee him in the throat.

Yeah, it was real unnerving for him.

"No need to cry though, no need... Okay," He helped Leon to a wall, leaning the man back and easing him downwards so that he'd be comfortable sitting propped-up against the structure. He took a few steps back, scratching along his hairline with his left hand, fingers sticking out through the holes in the gauntlet.

"You're... welcome."

Christ, awkward.

When he finally awoke, it was because he had slid slightly in the backseat of Shouyin's car, with his shoulder striking the door. Eyes shot open and his hand came over to touch the injured area. Athan visibly winced before he pulled his way out of the car. Tentatively passing the crystal rose into his left hand, Athan leaned back into the car and pulled his sword from the vehicle with his right.

The result of his falling over would probably have just left Alex laying on the seat, so Athan wasn't really aware that the two had been leaning together in the first place.

With sword in hand, Athan turned his attention back towards the others gathered at the temple. A guy who looked an awful lot like the viceroy was being fussed over by some woman. He didn't know who, didn't really care at the moment, either.

His left arm hung limp at his side, as any real forced motion resulted in fractured bone grating against itself, which was painful enough in its own right.

Bits and pieces of glass were stuck into his arms and torso. The bandages that had at one point covered his arm were seared black. The wound just below his left eye was cauterized due to the intense heat surrounding the fountain during the final battle, and small portions of his flesh were seared pretty badly as a result. As he reached the temple's wall, Athan propped his sword up and slumped against it, sliding down until he reached the ground.

He wasn't going to start up any sort of conversation with complete strangers, so he busied himself by picking pieces of glass from his upper body and refastening the charred bandage.

Athan lifted his head slightly when a voice reached his ears. He turned his head, noticing that the woman next to him had decided to strike up a conversation. It wasn't entirely unexpected, but he seemed somewhat surprised.

"Hey."

He picked the last piece of glass from his left arm and then looked back to her to answer her question.

He gestured to the cut below his eye and then to his left shoulder, which was covered by bandage yet noticably misshapen.

"A guy hellbent on destroying the world..."

He kept his hand on the shoulder.

"A big rock..."

He proceeded to point out the various cuts as a result of the glass.

"And a window."

Owle looked at the wounds in borderline admiration.

"That's some beating," she commented at last. "Guess you're lucky to have lived through it."

"Yeah, you could say that."

Athan tore off a small section of the bandage he had just finished refastening, causing him to repeat the entire process of tieing the bandage off once more. No longer was there any section of wrap left dangling.

He looked around for a moment before looking back to Owle.

"You have any water or something I could use for this?"

In fact, he did just that. It was what he was planning on doing, but it just didn't seem to work as well. Particularly since his mouth was kind of dry. But he still managed to dampen the little makeshift rag enough to be used as a washcloth.

He set about cleaning the blood off of his chest and arm. Where the blood disappeared black streaks remained, but it was definetly easier to look at. After he had finished his patchwork, Athan checked over his body to see if he had missed anything particularly important. Satisfied with his work, he set the now-useless bandage aside.

"Athan."

He looked up and turned his head towards Owle.

"Wish this introduction could have been under different circumstances."