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[ nero does not remember the last time he'd awoken from a battle and found himself mended. usually, consciousness comes to him before his body has had a chance to knit itself back together. the agony of healing was a good thing in deepground, it meant that you were still alive.

and like most things the planet deemed to be unworthy of its final embrace, healing materia did not work on him. he would heal quick, he would heal wrong, and he and weiss would need to break and reset whatever it didn't get right the first time.

but weiss isn't there to lightly slap his cheek and bring him around. and this sure as hell isn't deepground. even their childhood dorm hadn't been this... human. clinical beds and white walls had been all the brothers had known, and this was surely not that.

this is... new.

and... valentine was still there. now once again in his human form, seemingly dozing but he knows this man is not stupid enough to do such a thing in his presence. he moves gingerly at first, frowning when there is no ripple of pain from torn muscle or fresh cut as he sits upright. he's... mended.

and now vincent gets a suspicious stare. the far more calculating one that sharpens those doe-eyes into something dangerous. ]