[ The healing magic both helps and hurts. On one hand, he can physically breathe again. On the other, that only draws attention to the nonphysical hurts. ]
[ Moving to his knees, Wukong punches a small crater into the subfloor. ]
I'll kill them. All of them.
[ A murmured warning. Anger is also easier than grief, as exemplified by the way he and Wukong were arguing. ]
[ He's about to get up and go do that, which will only make matters worse for MK. At any other time, Macaque himself would be the one pointing that out. But his usual composure is shattered, for the time being. He'll grapple it eventually. ]
[ But right now all he knows is Wukong turned into something cold and cruel and dead and while he has no idea what to do about that, he knows exactly how that happened. ]
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[ Moving to his knees, Wukong punches a small crater into the subfloor. ]
I'll kill them. All of them.
[ A murmured warning. Anger is also easier than grief, as exemplified by the way he and Wukong were arguing. ]
[ He's about to get up and go do that, which will only make matters worse for MK. At any other time, Macaque himself would be the one pointing that out. But his usual composure is shattered, for the time being. He'll grapple it eventually. ]
[ But right now all he knows is Wukong turned into something cold and cruel and dead and while he has no idea what to do about that, he knows exactly how that happened. ]