let it hurt // return // let it burn

[Luca]

Interrogations were admittedly pretty tough to deal with, especially when the questions involved someone dear to you. Thanks to Kamasutra's involvement with the mafia, he had found himself in that very position more times than probably necessary. He hated being restrained in some cold dark place, having people shoving all sorts of unpleasant instruments in his face and barking questions at him. He had thought it common knowledge by now that torture was an unreliable way to gain information. The torture-ees were more likely to spit out some lie than anything useful; the best information was picked up over nice dinner and a glass of wine, although he was sure that most interrogators didn't care. After all, many of them didn't harm people solely to get information. They were a bunch of sadists and other weird sex perverts, people that took pleasure in exercising violence over those weaker than them. Luca didn't get it, really. It was more fun when people could put up a good fight.

Speaking of good fights, he could smell blood on the air again. It was a relatively easy scent to pick out, even through the damp petrichor and the sweet-smelling steam that rose off his own body. He'd been smelling that familiar metal tang a lot lately (although to be fair a lot of that could be attributed to the lacerations that covered his nose). Quite honestly, he was growing a little sick of it. He tilted his head and shifted his wings, turning on his paws to head towards the smell. Admittedly, he wasn't showing as much concern as he probably should have, but he had quite frankly used up all the care in his body for the week. Between Silus cutting off his own horns, everything that Junji had gone through, and his own injuries, he was just done with... everything blood and angst related. At least Jacob's yelling had caused him to break into a steady trot, curiosity bringing him forwards at a much brisker pace.

He hadn't interacted with Jacob much, or at all since his joining, so he only managed to recognise the canine once he actually came into sight. At least it wasn't anyone he was close to, he caught himself thinking, but then he shook the thoughts from his mind. Even if he had never had a particularly good relationship with the male, he remembered how down Pincher looked during the last meeting, had picked up on how Goldie's stress levels were rising (even if she'd never really admit it). Jacob was important to a lot of the people he lived among.

"Damn," was all his said as he hopped over, setting his healthy eye on the deepest wounds. Goldie had made it there before him, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't be too much help with healing. He knew he'd have to get Junji or Silus over, but again he was reluctant to leave the injured in such an unstable condition. He attempted to manoeuvre around Goldie and put pressure on the wounds bleeding the heaviest, frowning with the knowledge that his medical expertise had all but escaped him. "Should I like, cauterise the wounds?" That's what Rosemary had always asked him to do. He wondered briefly if Jacob could handle the stress, and then went on to wonder if he could even get his paws hot enough with all this cold rain. In a worst case scenario he'd just give the canine an uncomfortable burn on top of his existing wounds and do nothing to stop the bleeding. "I should probably go look for Junji, huh?" That was a better plan. The pretty little angel would be a welcome sight right about now.