Federico's state hasn't changed since Cael's last visit. In truth, Cael wasn't sure he could do it. But he could try his best, at least, for this crippled man.
But first, Cael explained to Federico what he was about to do.
"Devilry…" Federico muttered in disbelief. "It's true what they say about you, then? Blood rituals and demonic power…"
"Does it matter where the power comes from if it heals you?"
Federico fell silent. After a minute, he sighed. "No, it does not. Do what you have to. I can't get much worse, anyway."
Cael nodded and cut his arm. Finding a part of skin not covered in bandages to put it on was a challenge, but Cael passed it. Then went a spell. System was already warned to heal him in time, and a sheet hovered in the corner of Cael's eye, showing how much BP he had left.
This time, Cael wrangled it into existence only from the second attempt.
*sighs*
Those are such quiet days. My spirits are low. My fingers have a hard time getting on a keyboard. All I want to do is reading shitty romance novels and maybe play some not too taxing games.
Is that how depression feels like?
Is there a cure from this?
Maybe some nice comments will help or something >;)
(eh, I don't want to play pity, but it IS true that I'm feeling this way, and I always try to bring up comments when I can, as you leave so few of them, boys and girls :C)