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[color=AntiqueWhite]“Alright, we can do this. Gonna hurt like every hell in existence, but you’ll be fine.”[/color] Just a few hours into their first night on the reef, after the midnight hour, Nico came to the conclusion that he had to address the fact that his leg was essentially useless. [color=AntiqueWhite][i]Bastard son of a…[/i][/color] Superbia got him, and got him good. As he got into his room, he sat in a chair and took off his shoes and sock, cringing from the pain of such a small gesture. His foot was in a sorry state, and in his mind, he knew that it would only get worse from here.

The volunteer had experience cauterizing his own wounds, as a quick first aid measure. But Nico knew this would be a lot more complicated. So, after putting a bit of his torn shirt in his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue off, he manifested Helios Rod. Once he adjusted to the sensory boost that both Sunsetter and Godspeed Dance gave him, Nice began the slow and painful process of burning through the cancer in his foot, using the edge of his blade as a scalpel. The only thing that kept him from screaming too loud was a mix of biting down on the torn cloth and the morbid courtesy of not wanting to wake anyone up.
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Nico knew there were people who deserved the moments of brevity more than he did, and that taking a break in the middle of a war was not a great look, but he didn’t care much. If anything, the volunteer felt like sleeping for a week. Between using well over all of his strength fighting Superbia, the pain in his foot, and the general stress of the last 24 hours, the beach that Task Force Obsidian was staying on felt like a gift from the heavens.

His foot was partially healed, but still complete agony to put his weight on for anything more than a few minutes. When Lieutenant Alonso came to him about having a meal, he had to decline. As much as he didn’t want to be rude or mean to the child, that was the reason he said no. Aside from that, he didn’t quite like desserts anyway. Most were too sweet for his tastes. And try, he was grateful for Henri interrupting the conversation. But that didn’t last.

[color=AntiqueWhite]”I think the people who can do something need some sense. The prison break was proof we need some serious help. Just hoping your homeland’s bigwigs have some sense.”[/color] Nico shifted a bit on the ground as he spoke, wincing as some pressure was applied to his bad foot. Even then, he held his tongue, refusing to voice his pain in a disruptive manner, turning to look at Noel

[color=AntiqueWhite]”As for the original questions that you asked me, Lieutenant. First, no more cancer, just waiting for my foot to heal after I burned it out. And for the second, no. Simple as that.[/color] He tapped his good foot on the ground, sighing a bit as he looked at the sky. This morning sun felt…like home. Maybe it was the sea breeze or the warmth of Mischief Reef, but it made him just that bit more comfortable.