[Karako, in another future, in another series of choices, catches a great deal of knives in his own tiny body before he succumbs to the inevitable consequences of that.
But in this life, here, right now, he has no such experiences, and so has only the fact that Tim--the real Tim, the Tim who tries so hard, the Tim who is, maybe, just possibly, a friend--is potentially about to eat knife to the face and the fact that he, Karako, provided the other Tim with the means to do that.
So he does a completely reasonable thing, which is to say, a completely unreasonable thing.
He musters the last of his fading energy, musters his soot-caked lungs and too-hot, blistering, peeling skin, and jumps to throw a hand up, taking the knife directly through his palm rather than let it take Tim in the face.
Tim might get a little blood on him, dark purple and currently rather warmer than it should be. It's one of those really jagged knives.]
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But in this life, here, right now, he has no such experiences, and so has only the fact that Tim--the real Tim, the Tim who tries so hard, the Tim who is, maybe, just possibly, a friend--is potentially about to eat knife to the face and the fact that he, Karako, provided the other Tim with the means to do that.
So he does a completely reasonable thing, which is to say, a completely unreasonable thing.
He musters the last of his fading energy, musters his soot-caked lungs and too-hot, blistering, peeling skin, and jumps to throw a hand up, taking the knife directly through his palm rather than let it take Tim in the face.
Tim might get a little blood on him, dark purple and currently rather warmer than it should be. It's one of those really jagged knives.]
H--onk--!
[Yes, that motherfucking hurts.]