*While the younger one of the two took several deep breaths before he pulled away enough from Pierce to look her over again, the older brunet stared at Sang like he had spoken a foreign language.
Older Fuchsia: She... Our?
*He shook his head, still not quite understanding when Trenton’s older self finally made it in to the room
Older Trenton: *Noticing the body Bloody hell.
*He looked around, grabbing the belt Fuchsia had used to tie open the tent and some of the sheets to begin tying the man who had been shot
Fuchsia: Wait, what are you doing?
Older Trenton: In case you haven't learned yet, dead things don't remain dead on Earth.
*As Trenton became distracted with the body, Fuchsia slowly came to a stand. His pale eyes widened in realization. Then, much in the same way his past self had ran into the room, he ran out.
Older Trenton: You told him, didn't you?
Trenton: I'm bloody trying. Though it would considerably help me if someone cared to tell me who was shot. Or more specifically let me know that it wasn't one of you all.
Adam: Suri's fine.
Richard: It wasn't me. *Noticing the older Fuchsia; in unison with Adam Incoming.
*Fuchsia's older self strided right up to his Seok, not nearly as offput by the idol's appearance as everyone else. He had seen this before. And it had never left his mind.
*Although he embodied a particular aura that dared not to be trifled with, he cupped Seok's cheeks with the same delicate touch one would use to handle a glass figurine.
Older Fuchsia: Seok? *In Korean "Hey, Seok?"
Trenton: That's good. Keep talking to him.
*He cut himself again, not as deeply. Focusing on healing wounds he knew were most severe or those which would rectify the internal damages, he let Fuchsia's older self do what he felt necessary. Everything that was left unsaid needed to be said now, in case this didn't work.