[ Sorry, it still probably hurts like hell and he's absently reaching over to touch the half a horn as well, wincing at the lack of it - like he isn't not quite sure what to do-- but he's laughing loud and bright at that response. ]
Some people. Bit of a backhanded compliment, Mr. Magician. Arsehole.
[ He holds up the knife to look at it, and then tosses it lightly in the air to grab it again, adjust the grip. ]
You've always got a choice in the matter. Honestly. But suppose that's true enough.
[ Just fondly exasperated. But that's okay.
He'll just take a second to figure out exactly where Caleb is with his now reduced depth perception and then, without much more fanfare than that, just stabs it up into Caleb's torso and twists. Sorry about it. ]
[Caleb doesn't exactly smile, but something in his expression still looks warm. No blood comes this stab wound, as he instead disappears, fading away into the void.
Molly will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
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He will, look over at him with ... one eye ... and then take a second to reach up and gingerly feel it. What is even happening there. ]
How bad do I look?
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Caleb takes a look at, with no particular change in his expression.]
Eh, not too bad. Could maybe be considered an improvement in some ways. Some people go for that kind of look.
[It's a joke, but Molly can at least be rest assured it doesn't look grotesque.]
Are you ready?
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Some people. Bit of a backhanded compliment, Mr. Magician. Arsehole.
[ He holds up the knife to look at it, and then tosses it lightly in the air to grab it again, adjust the grip. ]
Suppose I am. Are you?
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Not as though I have much of a choice, ja?
[Idly, he watches Molly toss the knife.]
Besides, we've gone through worse things than this. I'll be fine.
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[ Just fondly exasperated. But that's okay.
He'll just take a second to figure out exactly where Caleb is with his now reduced depth perception and then, without much more fanfare than that, just stabs it up into Caleb's torso and twists. Sorry about it. ]
See you soon, hopefully?
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Not that Caleb seems to feel any pain from it.]
Soon. Don't keep me—all of us—waiting.
[Caleb doesn't exactly smile, but something in his expression still looks warm. No blood comes this stab wound, as he instead disappears, fading away into the void.
Molly will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
It's almost over.]