He opened his eyes. Pain was the first thing he felt, forcing him to giggle. 'Not surprising, I should be minced.' The pain was not to be sunk into, no. This was to be celebrated. He was alive.
He recalled that monster charging at him. His black weaponry. Untested. A gamble. If he was alive, then that meant he had managed to do the impossible. His weaponry had managed to do something even the Seer couldn't.
"I am a genius." A shit eating grin emerged on the Plipits face before he scrunched his eyes in pain. He really shouldn't move. "Ah, you are finally awake? How fortunate I have arrived just as you are coherent instead of just 'awake.' Fate is funny like that."
The voice was like a song in his ears, nothing was more beautiful to him. "My Seer." Cor'voth spoke eagerly. He then proceeded to wince before continuing. "I am pleased to see your features have returned to you. As awe inspiring as you were on Bastion, I prefer the beauty of your being as you are now."
