[ kovacs is already in a bit of a rough shape, having fought his way relentlessly through the floors below, his trench coat long since lost, his clothes still fairly soaked from the floor with the flooding, and a number of tears in his shirt, white fabric lightly blooding from cuts and beatings accumulated in all of the fighting. despite the rough appearance, he's still holding it together; after all, he's been through much worse torture than this, horrors done to his body that have prepared him for the worse.
in entering the 26th floor, he mutters a goddammit in seeing the purple mist in the air, having just barely managed to escaped the green one of the previous level. swiftly, he tries to cover up his nose to not breathe it in, although he doesn't get the sense than anything even seems to be happening.
until he turns his head and he sees her, the way he so often imagines her in his own mind, aware that it's probably just the hallucinogen effects of the sleeve change still hitting him.
Come home, big brother, she says, and he can only frown. ]
wildcard;
in entering the 26th floor, he mutters a goddammit in seeing the purple mist in the air, having just barely managed to escaped the green one of the previous level. swiftly, he tries to cover up his nose to not breathe it in, although he doesn't get the sense than anything even seems to be happening.
until he turns his head and he sees her, the way he so often imagines her in his own mind, aware that it's probably just the hallucinogen effects of the sleeve change still hitting him.
Come home, big brother, she says, and he can only frown. ]
I can't, Rei. There's no home to go to anymore.