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Mot didn't look so good.

He looked rather ravaged, tired, with minor burns touching his skin. Like he really needed to feel that kind of pain again. Somehow though, this was worse. He'd felt his entire body burn to the bone.

Mot's pace grew slower and slower to the closer he got to the Reaper dorms. He'd left the Nurse's office almost immediately after having reformed. He was tired, sore and disoriented. He only had one thing he concentrated on out of all the lament that floated around in his head; make sure Hel is safe.

Why he thought she'd be in danger was irrelevant. There was no telling if she had been in the group that went after Caelius, or if there had been another attack he didn't know about. For one reason or another, he was worried.

He managed to drag himself up the stairwells, down the hall and outside Hel's door. He lifted a raw hand to the door, lightly tapping it to get the occupants attention. After that, his head thudded on the door, resting there and staring at the ground.

So dizzy...

Relief washed over Mot as he heard movement inside. He knew she was okay. It was just nice to have confirmation. He lifted his head away from the door upon hearing Hel begin unlocking it.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her look so disheveled, but it made her look kind of cute.

"We're not safe here." Mot muttered, the weight of the day taking away that small shred of relief he had felt. "Amity, Halloween. It's not safe."

Mot's skin was sensitive and raw, but not so much he couldn't handle a gentle guidance. It wasn't nearly as bad as his face had been. Too bad it was most of his body and not just his face.

"We were ambushed." Mot explained, the images he'd seen flashing every time he attempted to blink. "There was a figure by the gym, cloaked in red. He abducted Shehk, we gave chase." His brows furrowed as he tried to think back to the beginning.

"We were led into a trap. Shehk had been the bait. We split up. Some ran after the man in red, I and others remained to free students trapped..." His eyes lowered. "I was trapped. Several times." Every moment he'd been freed lasted barely a moment before another net came flying at him.
And then that strange trio of hunters, one of which had grabbed him by the hair and coo'd at him like some kind of pet. That b***h had hit Lizzy. Mot looked visibly angered by the memory.

"There was a barrier. It drained our Fear, as did the nets. We were left powerless before them... the hunters that wore the skin of Halloween denizens. I don't know what happened to the other group, but the man came back. It was that head of the hunters. The one that.." He grimaced, pointing at his eyes lazily. His hand fell back down, breathing out slowly. "I blacked out. When I came to, they were gone. The nets were gone. But... but then.." Mot's voice wavered, his hands clenching tightly.

He didn't even know that the Horsemen had been led away by Caelius.

"Something..exploded and... Lizzy she..." He fought to speak with a semi even tone. "I watched her burn. Watched her die. All of us. Blue flames like the ones Red attacked with. The charred us black, split our skin apart until we dissipated. It was fairly quick, I suppose..." His voice was shaking, trying his best to explain it all. "W-when I woke, I was in Nurse Cricket's office and... so many students... a-and Riley she...she..."

The gesture was appreciated. Mot didn't feel quite so empty as Hel laid a hand on his head, the warmth of someone else bringing him a little comfort.

He sat on her bed, patiently waiting as she came back with a cold drink. He took the mug, holding it with both hands as he stared down into the liquid.

"I suppose.." Mot said softly. "I.. didn't stay. The moment I awoke.. I left." He hadn't waited for treatment, for his friends to reform. "I didn't want to be a bother. There were just.. so many students to be seen to."

Mot watched as Hel moved to get up, then back down at his mug, taking a sip of the cider. The cold drink felt good going down his throat. Anything opposite of flames was wonderful, really. He'd eaten enough of them for the day.

His head lifted when she returned, blinking and looking down at his clothes. Holes here and there from where his Fear failed to reform, dirty from the ordeal. Just how much of him had been hurt, though?

His eyes fell on his legs, most covered by leather chaps, however... He prayed to Jack his thighs were okay, lest he have to strip down to his boxers in front of a ghoul.
He took another sip of his drink before setting it aside, abiding to Hel's request. He started removing his hat, poncho, vest, shirt. All piled on the bed. That's as much skin as he would allow.

He shivered from the sudden lack of layers, shaking his head.

Somehow, things looked so normal in Hel's room. Quiet, peaceful. But he knew that was a lie. This place wasn't safe. Nowhere was, and this day had taken away his sense of security. He felt on edge, yet too tired to move about to do anything about it.
His expression spoke wonders about his state of being, sullen, downtrodden. He knew it wasn't his fault, he knew he nor anyone else could have stood a chance. But then who did? Were they doomed to be hunted forever?

Maybe he should start locking his door...

Mot flinched slightly as she started to rub in the aloe, mostly because of the temperature difference. It soothed more than it irritated, and he settled eventually. He let his eyes close a moment, relaxing his shoulders, the feeling of He's hands on his back calming him down. He wasn't as on edge, yet his heart wouldn't stop beating like a drum.

Her words made him flinch again. It was the hard truth. He expected the be brought back down by Hel, she usually did. It wasn't always what he wanted, but it was usually what he needed. "Never give up, right?" Mot added, opening his eyes and staring down at his lap.

"I know.. sometimes I get so caught up in my own little dream land, I forget."

He didn't want to talk about it anymore. The images were coming back, making him feel sick all over again. He brought a hand to his forehead, making a noise of discomfort. "Uh.. anyway.. how is training coming along?"

That was the funny thing about Hel; she always had a way of keeping him from slacking or giving up. Had she not been there to kick him in the butt, he would have hid in his room the rest of the school year. No matter how hard it was to keep going, Hel gave him a reason to keep at it. "Right. Thanks." He aid with a light chuckle.

Mot couldn't help but notice Hel paid some attention to the scar on his shoulder, the way she had traced her fingers on it. He had gotten rather used to it, and forgot no one had ever seen it before. He gestured to it carelessly. "From a spar, before the field trip." He informed.

"Only just now? Well, at least you're resting in between. That's fine." Mot said with a laugh. Still, she had sounded a little annoyed. Maybe it was going well? That reminded him of something Roch had said after battling him. That Hel should speak of her crush only when she was ready. That however, would be going back on the bet. He knew Hel's answer to that; no going back on a bet. If he had to confess, so did she.

Maybe he was a little bitter.

"Shun." He replied. "It was a really close battle. Very close. But he won in the end."

As Hel moved to his front, Mot couldn't help but feel slightly self conscience. A ghoul was rubbing his skin right in front of him. While the act itself was innocent, it was intimate enough to bother him. He kept his gaze away from her, off to the side or up. Anywhere but on Hel. Maybe if he was a buff kind of boil it would be different, he thought. Hel grew up with men that towered and bulged. In comparison? Tree branches could put Mot's physique to shame. He must seem such an oddity to her.

"Fairly well. I battled Roch, aside from solo training." Mot smirked proudly as he gazed at a wall. "I mopped the floor with him." He had also discovered his Fear had evolved. Should he tell her his weapon had changed?

Hmm~

Perhaps he'd surprise her.