Bitter, broken, and a hollow shell of the man he once was, but he's here and alive, despite everything. And surely that counts for something.
Gaius keeps as still as he's able when the young woman finally begins to work, that same warmth rolling through him once again, though it's...different, he thinks, than the magic used by conjurers. Rather than simply soothing over the pain of the injury, he can feel flesh and bone knitting back together, and while the sensation is faintly nauseating, it's also entirely painless. And again, his pale eyes flick up to study her, turning these abilities over in his mind.
"I'm not attempting to needlessly throw my life away, if that's what you're implying." Though the tone of that statement says he's well aware that there's no if. It may have been true once, perhaps; the bloody trail of vengeance he tore across Eorzea and Othard both seem a lifetime ago now, before he was pulled violently back to his senses by the family he nearly left behind.
The family that he left. That he still failed. His chest tightens again, with a different pain, and it takes a shuddered breath to keep his voice even as he continues.
"And while I won't apologize for taking the risk that I did, I am...not ungrateful, for the aid. If there's a way to repay you, I would like to."
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Bitter, broken, and a hollow shell of the man he once was, but he's here and alive, despite everything. And surely that counts for something.
Gaius keeps as still as he's able when the young woman finally begins to work, that same warmth rolling through him once again, though it's...different, he thinks, than the magic used by conjurers. Rather than simply soothing over the pain of the injury, he can feel flesh and bone knitting back together, and while the sensation is faintly nauseating, it's also entirely painless. And again, his pale eyes flick up to study her, turning these abilities over in his mind.
"I'm not attempting to needlessly throw my life away, if that's what you're implying." Though the tone of that statement says he's well aware that there's no if. It may have been true once, perhaps; the bloody trail of vengeance he tore across Eorzea and Othard both seem a lifetime ago now, before he was pulled violently back to his senses by the family he nearly left behind.
The family that he left. That he still failed. His chest tightens again, with a different pain, and it takes a shuddered breath to keep his voice even as he continues.
"And while I won't apologize for taking the risk that I did, I am...not ungrateful, for the aid. If there's a way to repay you, I would like to."