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Necro decided two things, right then and there.

One: He wasn't a big fan of the color red. Which was awkward, considering that there was red on his uniform... in more ways then one.

And two? Celadonite was right.

Being cold sucked.

Necro had managed to drag himself up and over to the wall where he currently resided. He huffed quietly. A fine mess he'd gotten himself into.

Another aura prickled on the edge of his senses and he sighed again. "I am no threat." He muttered out loud, as loud as he could be in his case.

Celadonite spoke and Necro sucked in a breathe, eyes burning as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. "Cela..." He tried to laugh, though it came out more pained then anything else.

"Marialite." The Page sighed softly, trying to sit up straighter and failing. "She wanted to corrupt me. I very politely turned her down and uh.. Well, she wasn't happy with my answer. Made sure she got that point across..." Or two. Necro gave Cela a small lopsided smile. "I was trying to follow your instructions. Just think of all the hell you get to give me now for looking like this."

He let his head lul to the side as Celadonite pulled something out of his pocket, moving closer. "Would you have preferred to find me just laying on the ground?" Necro asked. "Or the fire escape? I'm... pretty sure I hit it on the way down." Necro made a face, but did as instructed without another word, breathing in the strange mist.

"...I'm sorry..." He said, after a couple moments. Necro wasn't entirely sure why he was apologizing, but he felt he needed to

"I was kinda afraid of being seen... I thought if I dragged myself to the side, I'd be hidden better. Kinda regret it honestly." Needless to say, he hurt in a few places he didn't know he had. "You're gonna get bloody..." He protested lightly when Cela dragged him into his lap, but did nothing to fight the hold on him.

"Thought running was the more dangerous option. You did say don't do anything stupid." Necro sighed, leaning against the other, grabbing ahold of the end of Cela's coat. "I don't want anyone getting hurt Scales.. And it's not like I had set out to get run through.."

Necro hummed softly. "I'll get something later... I don't want to go anywhere right now." He muttered. The Page fell silent for a bit, letting the Captain pick at his hair. "...Probably not the best thing to ask right now, all things considered but... I couldn't have stopped you from calling someone to turn me... Why didn't you?"

The Page laughed quietly. "See? I tried. It wasn't a very good try, but I still tried in the end." Necro tilted his head slightly. "Would you be mad if I said yes and no? No, I don't think you'd take advantage of me like that. But, I don't know... maybe someone else? Who knows..." Necro ran a hand over one of the wounds that had now scarred over. "... Though, I guess maybe things would have been a bit different if you didn't have that bone." What if corruption had been the only way to keep him alive. What would Celadonite have done? What would he have done. He curled in on himself slightly.

He didn't want to think about the what if's

Necro snorted lightly. "Scales, I literally would not be alive if it weren't for you right now. I think we can both safely say we might be a bit past that part by now." The Page gave the Captain another grin. "I guess... to your credit, you were focused on other things at the moment. My hero~." He teased. "How can I ever repay you."

Maybe Celadonite was right. Maybe he was a little b***h.