[ He may have dropped the sheath, but he hasn't let go of the knife. His fingers curled around it, gripping it like a lifeline. Just in case. He doesn't know if it's over, even though it sounds like it's over. For now. But being unarmed again feels like it could be the worst thing in the world. He doesn't want it. It made him grip the knife all the tighter, his limbs shaking. Couldn't seem to stop, now that he had started, gulping in breaths of air, trying to calm down.
He jerked back as Bucky came closer, before cringing at his own reaction, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to stop, trying to focus. Numbly he nodded, before lifting his bloodied, shaking arm, offering it out to the other. It didn't hurt, and he found that strange. He felt far away from it; distanced. He knew that was because of the adrenaline, he'd hurt himself in practice before, and had had similar feelings. This, though, was different. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from whimpering when he opened his eyes again, staring down the damage.
The scratches were deep enough to scar, probably warranting stitches- but nothing he wouldn't recover from, at least. The sight of them still made what little colour Yuri had drain from his face, though. ]
I'm all right. [ he blurts out, but it sounds small even to his own ears. Soft, tight with nervousness and the beginning edges of shock from all he had done. All he had seen. ] I've never- [ His gaze trailed towards the monster he'd stabbed with the knife, his throat tight. ] I've never killed anything before.
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He jerked back as Bucky came closer, before cringing at his own reaction, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to stop, trying to focus. Numbly he nodded, before lifting his bloodied, shaking arm, offering it out to the other. It didn't hurt, and he found that strange. He felt far away from it; distanced. He knew that was because of the adrenaline, he'd hurt himself in practice before, and had had similar feelings. This, though, was different. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from whimpering when he opened his eyes again, staring down the damage.
The scratches were deep enough to scar, probably warranting stitches- but nothing he wouldn't recover from, at least. The sight of them still made what little colour Yuri had drain from his face, though. ]
I'm all right. [ he blurts out, but it sounds small even to his own ears. Soft, tight with nervousness and the beginning edges of shock from all he had done. All he had seen. ] I've never- [ His gaze trailed towards the monster he'd stabbed with the knife, his throat tight. ] I've never killed anything before.