#putting a mature filter on here bcs of the implications

[neverendingparable]

🔪 — @parables-for-days​ — continued from here!

"Fuck fuck fuck that hurrts," Bradley complains because he figures that's what Cyrus expects from him. It does hurt, badly. But it's not the worst he's ever felt and really, usually he'd just restart himself to take care of the wound. Which he can't do now that the other Narrator is here.

Oh hey Cyrus! Don't worry about this mysterious wound, I'm just going to fling myself off the cargo lift and I'll be as good as new!

It makes sense to Bradley. Why bother healing when you have restarts, which are quick and often painless, to return you to the state you were before you got hurt? But years of experience has taught him that most people don't support casual suicide.

He takes a deep breath and then uncurls slowly to let Cyrus see the damage. There's a lot of blood, soaking into his sweater and jeans and still dripping down onto the carpet. Hiking up his sweater with a hiss will show them the deep, nasty hole on his side. He hadn't hit any vital organs, which means he wouldn't die in a couple minutes either.

Fortunately he thought to put on his glamour today, so aside from the gaping wound, Cyrus would just see smooth, unmarred skin. If his glamour wasn't one, he might've seen the other scars. From all the other times Bradley has done similar things.

But he isn't planning on standing there and lying to Cyrus. Cyrus would be concerned about the supposed target on Bradley's back if he believes people are randomly coming up and stabbing him. Plus any sympathy would just make him feel really guilty.

The younger Narrator sighs, his expression turning sheepish.

"I uh...well. I sort of...wanted to see what would happen if I..." He mumbles, not looking at the other's face. ".....if I'd stab myself with that thing. The internet said it was banned by the Geneva convention! So I thought it would be interesting to try out."