[size=9pt]Yeah, so, fuck him for not having the herbs. He gets it. He can see the look Agent Texas gives him, but there's a kid bleeding out on the ground and so he doesn't exactly have time for the back-and-forth. Instead, he has time to grit his teeth to the point of a pulsing throb in his jaw and think about how much he fucked up. Too much time, actually, and by the time Player hands him the bag of herbs, Imperia has arrived. He thanks his Clanmate, regardless. It's good to have so many people around who know what herbs to look for. But they should also have a Halo around who knows where his fucking herbs are.
"It's fine," He replies, even though it's not so fine, but the she-wolf doesn't seem so stable at the moment and he's not exactly in a position to criticize, is he? He listens intently as she speaks, and her lack of confidence in herself is obvious. He wants to soothe her but he doesn't know how the fuck to, so he just kind of touches off her shoulder for a moment too long as he nestles down beside the kit. Working quickly, he rips the cloth from Harland's neck and begins layering Imperia's cobwebs onto the wound. From this angle, he can see his face, and the fear that's knitted throughout it is just a little bit heartbreaking. He swallows, rough. "Hey, buddy," Moon says, voice gentle as he spews useless words to reassure and distract. He applies the last layer of cobwebs and steps away from Imperia so she can bandage it up. "See this one? She's the Medic that actually knows her shit. Supershe-wolf. She's gonna' get you as good as new."
"It's fine," He replies, even though it's not so fine, but the she-wolf doesn't seem so stable at the moment and he's not exactly in a position to criticize, is he? He listens intently as she speaks, and her lack of confidence in herself is obvious. He wants to soothe her but he doesn't know how the fuck to, so he just kind of touches off her shoulder for a moment too long as he nestles down beside the kit. Working quickly, he rips the cloth from Harland's neck and begins layering Imperia's cobwebs onto the wound. From this angle, he can see his face, and the fear that's knitted throughout it is just a little bit heartbreaking. He swallows, rough. "Hey, buddy," Moon says, voice gentle as he spews useless words to reassure and distract. He applies the last layer of cobwebs and steps away from Imperia so she can bandage it up. "See this one? She's the Medic that actually knows her shit. Supershe-wolf. She's gonna' get you as good as new."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]