Harpuia, for what it was worth, had a pretty idealized image of his master. X, after all, was the legend who had built up paradise out of a world decimated by war. The legend who benevolently did all he could to prevent unnecessary violence. The legend who possessed infinite wisdom and patience. The legend who watched over the world like a proud parent, gently guiding it along.
The legend who had just covered himself in broken glass. The sharp sound of shattering glass had snapped Harpuia's attention back over to X, and for a second, all he could do was stare in stunned disbelief at the scene captured in the flashlight's narrow beam. Did that... actually just happen? Really? Glass should not have been able to pierce that easily; even synthetic flesh ought to have been much tougher than that.
More importantly than that discovery, however, was the fact that this had even happened at all. X was hurt. X was hurt for an incredibly stupid and unnecessary reason. "Master X!" Harpuia blurted. The usual stony expression had shattered, blatant horror now written on every inch of his face. He edged closer, torn between avoiding the shards of glass that had hit the floor and the frantic urge to get to X's side. "...You're injured." Which was a much more tactful way of putting it than the train of thought currently running through his mind -- this was, after all, still someone who was miles above him in rank, and composure in a shocking situation was a valuable asset for any soldier. He extended his free hand up to X. "Get down from there -- carefully. Let me get a look at it."
...Not that he would be able to do much good; Harpuia may have been the most learned of the Guardians, but that definitely didn't make him a human medic.
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The legend who had just covered himself in broken glass. The sharp sound of shattering glass had snapped Harpuia's attention back over to X, and for a second, all he could do was stare in stunned disbelief at the scene captured in the flashlight's narrow beam. Did that... actually just happen? Really? Glass should not have been able to pierce that easily; even synthetic flesh ought to have been much tougher than that.
More importantly than that discovery, however, was the fact that this had even happened at all. X was hurt. X was hurt for an incredibly stupid and unnecessary reason. "Master X!" Harpuia blurted. The usual stony expression had shattered, blatant horror now written on every inch of his face. He edged closer, torn between avoiding the shards of glass that had hit the floor and the frantic urge to get to X's side. "...You're injured." Which was a much more tactful way of putting it than the train of thought currently running through his mind -- this was, after all, still someone who was miles above him in rank, and composure in a shocking situation was a valuable asset for any soldier. He extended his free hand up to X. "Get down from there -- carefully. Let me get a look at it."
...Not that he would be able to do much good; Harpuia may have been the most learned of the Guardians, but that definitely didn't make him a human medic.