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Quatre (Accidental video)

*Albedo's phone is lying discarded on a side table in Albedo's apartment room, recording him sitting with a length of cloth bandage within arm's reach, a knife in his left hand and his right hand unusually bare. He curls his fingers briefly, pressing the tips of his long, pointed nails into the red 667 tattoo on the middle of his palm before opening his hand again and slashing the knife across the number. Instead of reacting in pain, he closes his eyes and lets out a pleased moan.*

Ahhh...that ought to do it. How frail this body is, though, that even this much is the limit of what I can safely inflict.

*The video ends as he reaches for the bandages and starts wrapping his hand, although he clearly has no practice in such things.*

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Even here, I have ways of defending myself that don't rely strictly on my hands.

I'm not just talking about that. I hope you know how to write with your left hand or else it's going to be illegible.

*He is distinctly rolling his eyes at you now, little brother.*

I am still capable of using my fingers, you know.

*And, to demonstrate, he holds the crudely bandaged hand up to the camera and wiggles his fingers. Possibly of note is the fact that the entire tattoo is covered, even though the cut was narrow.*

Hmph. Well, at least that proves you haven't severed anything important. [He does note that, and subconsciously curls his fingers over his own numbers.]

You know Jr., is going to go into conniptions if you get an infection.

I do know the structure of my own hand, mother.

*Just going to. Ignore that second part. Because cleaning wounds how do you even.*

[He is now pretending he isn't rolling his eyes back at you. Sheesh, and you claim to be the older one.]

I mean it Albedo. You've never dealt with having an infection.

I'm sure I can survive if it comes to that.

[So much sighing at you.]

Where are you Albedo. If you don't tell me in the next minute or so I am finding Jr and we are hunting you down. And then I will let him take care of your cut and I assure you, you won't like how he does it.

[He is willing to play hard ball at this point.]

*So much glaring. But he reluctantly gives the room number that the mun has been too lazy to pick.*

Happy now?

Yes. I'll be over in a moment. Don't lock the door. [He is covering his bases here.]

*He's just going to hang up on you after that, although he does leave the door unlocked.*

[Yeah, you can probably hear him come up the hall in a few minutes. Not knocking he just opens the door.]

Alright, sit down and let me see. [The idiot is so hanging off the end of his sentence.]

*He can hear that unspoken word even without the link. Just have a dirty look as he sits back down, flicking his cape out so he doesn't sit on it, and holds up the hand.*

I didn't ask for your help, you know.

When have you ever asked for my help? [He sits and takes Albedo by the wrist, unwinding the awkward wrapping job and grumbles to himself, getting to work making sure it's clean.

Oh hey. Disinfectant. It stings.]

*Okay, that is not an enjoyable pain. Here's the rare sound of Albedo hissing in pain as his fingers twitch.*

When have I needed it?

[Sorry but he's annoyed at you. Besides, you're a big boy. Deal with it.]

Do you really want me to answer that Albedo? [His voice is soft as he concentrates on getting the wrapping right.]

I survived long enough without you, you know.

*But he is watching that wrapping carefully, noting how it's done. And maybe making sure Gaignun covers the entire palm.*

Yes I know. Needing and doing are two entirely different things. Now hold still.

[And yes, he will cover the entire palm. It's funny, Gaignun and Jr were both out in the media quite a bit and neither of them cover it though they've probably wanted to at some point.]

*Gloves are common enough around Ormus that he never had to worry about people taking it as anything more than a fashion statement.*

You have no idea what I was up to for those fourteen years, so I hardly see how you can be so certain that I needed your help.

No I don't. [He's still looking at your palm, not at you. His hands still moving gracefully with the wrapping.]

But I know you, now you know how to do this it won't be as much of a big deal. [Finally it's done and his hands still, but don't remove themselves from Albedo's wrist.]

You know the child I used to be.

*He flexes his fingers a bit, but doesn't pull his arm away.*

We've all grown up and changed Albedo, I don't expect you to be any different. [Inner sigh. He knows Albedo won't listen to him if he tries to say anything really important. He'll try anyways.]

But some things still remain the same.

You expect me to believe that anything could remain the same after what's happened?

*He wants to, but he's held onto the bitterness from Miltia and the idea that his brothers wouldn't be bothered by his death for so long that it's hard to let it go now.*

[His brothers were very bothered! But that snapped link took a while to repair and they couldn't find you. And then well, black holes kind of prevented them from going back to look.

And you half killed him. There was going to be a little bit of trepidation on his part on trying to find you again. That's with out going into yours and Rubedo's issues.]

You're still bonded to Rubedo.

But our relationship is nothing like what it was before.

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