The more strongly you resist, the more powerful the backlash when your strength finally gives way. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
Lexaeus only smiled in grim understanding as the anesthetic did its work, and Xaldin faded into unconsciousness. He believed him. He'd seen enough effects of how the Darkness could change people to understand that Xaldin didn't need to have a hand in things for something this drastic to happen..... But still, he's never seen results this drastic before, not without the transformation being absolute. Most people, if the Darkness had corroded them this much, would have lost their hearts entirely--they would have torn asunder, and Xaldin and his Heartless presumably would have been reborn. Who could say? Nobody had ever tried to reunite a Nobody and their heart, then tear it out of them again; as far as he's concerned, nobody probably would ever try to do so, and that was probably for the best.
Still, a half-Heartless..... what a sobering thought. Or should that be a half-Nobody?
He was inclined to think the latter, as he peeled the mostly dead skin back and revealed the source of the problem. Lexaeus didn't dare touch them just yet, but he thought he recognized the shape; wings were delicate things, and if this one wasn't finished fully growing, then handling it improperly could cause further damage. The dilemma was short-lived, though; Lexaeus barely had time to study the wings before the door swung open, and Even bustled in with a cart. It was a relief to see Ienzo was with him as well, and looked normal and healthy enough, if still bleary-eyed--that meant they only needed to worry about one of their number. "Thank you."
"Check the back of the freezer--those are most likely to be viable." Even advised; after well over ten years out of the castle, odds were actually fairly high that they might not have any left still fit for transfusion.
He was quick to join Lexaeus at the operating table, pinning the flap of skin back and thoughtfully studying the awkwardly folded limbs that had been exposed. It really was a minor miracle he hadn't torn himself open with those, given the size of those things..... But then again, who knew how big they were supposed to be? Even held out a hand for the scalpel, and settled in to get to work. "We'll need to free them of all restraining tissue, and ensure they're fully functional. Get those Cure spells ready again--I want all growth completed by the time he's awake."
Lexaeus surrendered the scalpel readily enough, but still raised an eyebrow at the insistence, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a wry smile. "He tried to tear them out with his bare hands. I don't think he's going to be happy with this." Still..... he obviously wasn't protesting, or claiming that it was a bad idea.
"Is he daft? Amputating perfectly healthy limbs just isn't done. The potential complications alone aren't worth the risk, even as rare as they are."
Lexaeus only nodded his agreement at that; he couldn't help but think that he was going to have an awful lot of tailoring to do soon. How exactly would it be best to alter shirts and coats to allow for the addition of wings? Sleeves would be hard to thread them into, and probably would provide terrible freedom of movement.....
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Date: 2015-10-25 09:35 am (UTC)Lexaeus only smiled in grim understanding as the anesthetic did its work, and Xaldin faded into unconsciousness. He believed him. He'd seen enough effects of how the Darkness could change people to understand that Xaldin didn't need to have a hand in things for something this drastic to happen..... But still, he's never seen results this drastic before, not without the transformation being absolute. Most people, if the Darkness had corroded them this much, would have lost their hearts entirely--they would have torn asunder, and Xaldin and his Heartless presumably would have been reborn. Who could say? Nobody had ever tried to reunite a Nobody and their heart, then tear it out of them again; as far as he's concerned, nobody probably would ever try to do so, and that was probably for the best.
Still, a half-Heartless..... what a sobering thought. Or should that be a half-Nobody?
He was inclined to think the latter, as he peeled the mostly dead skin back and revealed the source of the problem. Lexaeus didn't dare touch them just yet, but he thought he recognized the shape; wings were delicate things, and if this one wasn't finished fully growing, then handling it improperly could cause further damage. The dilemma was short-lived, though; Lexaeus barely had time to study the wings before the door swung open, and Even bustled in with a cart. It was a relief to see Ienzo was with him as well, and looked normal and healthy enough, if still bleary-eyed--that meant they only needed to worry about one of their number. "Thank you."
"Check the back of the freezer--those are most likely to be viable." Even advised; after well over ten years out of the castle, odds were actually fairly high that they might not have any left still fit for transfusion.
He was quick to join Lexaeus at the operating table, pinning the flap of skin back and thoughtfully studying the awkwardly folded limbs that had been exposed. It really was a minor miracle he hadn't torn himself open with those, given the size of those things..... But then again, who knew how big they were supposed to be? Even held out a hand for the scalpel, and settled in to get to work. "We'll need to free them of all restraining tissue, and ensure they're fully functional. Get those Cure spells ready again--I want all growth completed by the time he's awake."
Lexaeus surrendered the scalpel readily enough, but still raised an eyebrow at the insistence, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a wry smile. "He tried to tear them out with his bare hands. I don't think he's going to be happy with this." Still..... he obviously wasn't protesting, or claiming that it was a bad idea.
"Is he daft? Amputating perfectly healthy limbs just isn't done. The potential complications alone aren't worth the risk, even as rare as they are."
Lexaeus only nodded his agreement at that; he couldn't help but think that he was going to have an awful lot of tailoring to do soon. How exactly would it be best to alter shirts and coats to allow for the addition of wings? Sleeves would be hard to thread them into, and probably would provide terrible freedom of movement.....