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You guys ever have one of those weeks? Where Murphy's Law becomes godly and everything that can go wrong does. And HOW.

Which might be part of the reason he's half-asleep on the table, one arm hanging off the table and the other one being used to bury his face into. And even without that, it's easy enough to notice it looks like he hasn't slept in... well, a week. But it seems more like a physical inability to rest rather than any conscious effort on his part.

Of course, anyone with the eyes for it could notice that he's supporting another soul on top of his own, which probably isn't helping in the least. But it probably answers why he's been missing for a week. Or seems completely inclined not to move from his spot half-sprawled on said table. Or why all of the demons have given up on moving him from there.

Maybe you'd have better luck?

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[Flash of blue. Exhasperated sigh. Geez little sis, must I hold your hand through everything.] I'll do it.

[At least he knows he won't screw up binding you back. So stop spazzing.]

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[Not a word said at the switch. Because god knows when it comes to binding her soul to a body? She's incapable of doing so. So. Just... complete silence.]

I'm sorry.

[Whether he hears it or not is... up to him. But it's whispered hoarsely. Every word said with a hint of sadness.]

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[Doesn't hear it, for the most part. The vague sense she's saying something, but nothing more. Just turning to her mentally and taking her hand, covering her eyes with the other. Just the same as when I took you, all right?]

Don't open your eyes.

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[Deja vu. Only that she's not in pain, and suffering from... pure brutality. No questions asked once his hands are covering her eyes. Just... doing as he says, and keeping her eyes completely closed as well as gripping unto one of his hands to keep from falling. Orpheus...

Silence. Then just letting him do his thing.]

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For one thing, they do have the backing of a god, so any minor mishaps should easily be rectified. Minor ones. Not those that concern vessels who can't control their own souls, dammit.

"..." So he keeps silent, arms crossed, and expectant.