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[Ryou doesn't like the sound of this...but he's been scared for a very long time. Ever since he'd begun to revive he's been terrified. At least now, it seems he's surrounded by friends, and he can tell because he can finally hear them, at least vaguely.
The fingers of both hands curl to grip around both Atem's and Giorno's loosely. He can't see yet...but he can put his trust in them both, even if his brain is screaming at him to be cautious.
Pain...? He's used to that. He's not good at handling it, but...he is used to it more and more lately, so Giorno's words don't scare him, he just gives a vaguely affirmative murmur. Yes. He gets it.
When the regenerating begins, he squirms a bit. It doesn't feel great...it feels like something's being changed, but he can't quite put his finger on it.
It's only once the skin starts to stretch and pull itself across Ryou's exposed skull that the discomforted squirming starts to pick up. He whines at first, and his fingers tighten. But as the healing goes on longer, he starts to cry out in pain.
It's at some point around the third minute that his eyes finally regenerate. It's effectively as if someone's turned the light on in his skull.]
S...stop, wait! Wait, it hurts!!
[But deep down, he knows Giorno won't. Because he can't leave the job half done, can he?
Ryou's eyes glow even brighter than normal as the skin stretches tight to his skull, as his hair grows out into an unhealthy, stringy looking mane. It might look better--he might look better--if he didn't feel so dry.
It's like someone's tried tanning his skin like leather for days, the way it looks--unhealthy and taut to his bones...but at least it's covering his head now. And for as much as as he's screaming and carrying on, the worst thing Ryou does is kick his feet and grip the others' hands as tightly as he can, which...admittedly isn't that tight. He's too weak for that.]
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The fingers of both hands curl to grip around both Atem's and Giorno's loosely. He can't see yet...but he can put his trust in them both, even if his brain is screaming at him to be cautious.
Pain...? He's used to that. He's not good at handling it, but...he is used to it more and more lately, so Giorno's words don't scare him, he just gives a vaguely affirmative murmur. Yes. He gets it.
When the regenerating begins, he squirms a bit. It doesn't feel great...it feels like something's being changed, but he can't quite put his finger on it.
It's only once the skin starts to stretch and pull itself across Ryou's exposed skull that the discomforted squirming starts to pick up. He whines at first, and his fingers tighten. But as the healing goes on longer, he starts to cry out in pain.
It's at some point around the third minute that his eyes finally regenerate. It's effectively as if someone's turned the light on in his skull.]
S...stop, wait! Wait, it hurts!!
[But deep down, he knows Giorno won't. Because he can't leave the job half done, can he?
Ryou's eyes glow even brighter than normal as the skin stretches tight to his skull, as his hair grows out into an unhealthy, stringy looking mane. It might look better--he might look better--if he didn't feel so dry.
It's like someone's tried tanning his skin like leather for days, the way it looks--unhealthy and taut to his bones...but at least it's covering his head now. And for as much as as he's screaming and carrying on, the worst thing Ryou does is kick his feet and grip the others' hands as tightly as he can, which...admittedly isn't that tight. He's too weak for that.]