How large do you need it to be?
"Because I was not on base grounds when this happened… Out of respawn and out of sight and mind of anyone. No medigun and nothing other than my captors and a pitch black basement" Friedrich replied in a low voice. No, he was dragged out of respawn influence and used as a human pin cushion. Trapped in the middle of nowhere for a month and left there to die. "Frankly speaking, I should have been in my grave by now. But thank you for asking" he sneered lightly and walked to the nearest chair, sitting on it.
This demoman seemed to have no tact or any manners. And frankly speaking, Friedrich was hardly in the mood for rude folk these days. He was patient once, but with what happened, everything seemed to have been tipped off balance for him.
But he would tolerate him fora little longer. At least until he’s done.
"what about now, respawn restores you to the age of input, that’s why no one seems to age, medi gun? did they contaminate your leg with australium?"
He itched at the base of his horn nub, mood changing to mild interest now that the other was displaying signs of fatigue with the sugar sweetness. of course it also had to do with the morbid fascination of the respawn.
"only a month?"
didn’t sound that bad to him anyways, he itched harder. then inspected his nails for possible skin bits, blood and anything else that might be on his head. He tilted his head at the death comment, if only.
he dropped down to hands on knees and did his creepy crawl towards the medic, in well practiced movements that were fluid and strange from a biped on all fours. uninhibited by his undone pants, he let out a satisfied sigh. A terse medic was something he could read.
Coming over to the weak side of the medic, hand on his ouchie he reared back up on his knees.
"maybe you should see a doctor."
being completely serious in that advice, he thought about offering to take the bad leg away via amputation. SO he could eat it, but he refrained because he could do that on the battle field.
Friedrich sighed to the questions and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was hardly a secret matter and just about anyone knew what happened to him so he hardly cared about sharing when asked. For this particular medic it was just mere unimportant detail at this point. And who wouldn’t treat a near death experience like that? It was the past and it taught him the real value of his life. A value he worked to keep safe and preserve well right now. “No, they did not. And yes I respawn with the input data. However when I came back I couldn’t respawn properly due to my extremely weakened state, so they had to rewrite all of it at the point I got better and was able to walk again. As you may guess, was in bed the whole time, trying not to die due to multiple failures” he sighed and shook his head.
Why all these questions? He wondered. “So to make it simple for you, My respawn data has been completely changed to the most up to date time in which I could function on an average level”.
The display of the man crawling on the floor on his 4 was rather bizarre to say the least and he watched him with a raised brow, even flinching away a little when that one came too close. The offer did make him laugh though. “Please, I’ve been under the watchful eye of my husband ever since he brought me back here. If not for his constant work on me, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have been talking to me right now. However, everything has its limits and there is not much more that can be done for me. Perhaps one day i’ll respawn with a better leg. Or if I don’t respawn long enough maybe it will heal a little more and we can see about rewriting that data again… Who knows” he shrugged.
Yes, Johannes was by his bed day and night for the past few months. And his careful treatment was all that kept Friedrich alive for so long when he simply gave up time and time again and preferred to just die. But he couldn’t leave a mourning husband, now could he? No that would be too selfish.
"Now, are you quite done with your own problem there mister?" he gestured to the man in hopes to shoo him away. Being in such close proximity was making Friedrich nervous.