[Mephisto gives her an almost vacant look. He doesn't have the energy to summon any sarcasm, he can't even find it in himself to quirk an eyebrow at her. He simply shrugs with his good arm, hoping that whatever it is, it's not about to poison him.]
I'll try anything.
[He looks to his wing, all the more pitiful now that it's drenched. At least the water is helping. Everything still hurts, but at least he doesn't actively feel the more sensitive parts being eaten away.]
You're close. Almost there.
[He can't tell if he's comforting her or himself.]
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I'll try anything.
[He looks to his wing, all the more pitiful now that it's drenched. At least the water is helping. Everything still hurts, but at least he doesn't actively feel the more sensitive parts being eaten away.]
You're close. Almost there.
[He can't tell if he's comforting her or himself.]