Dirk is only just starting to get into the real specifics of what he found and how he found it when he hears--
He hears a sound he's heard human beings make only in videos. A ragged, high sound--spasmodic and weak. Ranboo's lungs aren't failing, but his diaphragm is.
Snuff is widely associated with films of violent death--shootings, drownings, stangulations, beatings, bloody dismemberments. All of those are true, and easily available. But it's not just that. Some of it is slow. Not just by prolongued torture (and occasionally repeated revivals.) Slow, often painful drug-induced deaths are also in circulation. Dirk has known what valium overdoses look like for more of his life than he's been taking valium--there's a kind of eroticism to the way the body begins to shut down, and consciousness wanes. The steady, gradual weakening of life, until there is no life left. It's not Dirk's cup of tea, usually--the tension of not knowing the division between when the last breath is taken and when the body is only a body has a tendency to feel more like orgasm denial than edging, at least for him.
Still, he knows it. And combined with the information he's just excavated from the head of a human being whose death was completely by his hand, the problem-solving machinery of Dirk Strider's brain puts things together nigh-instantly.
Which is good, because while Ranboo isn't exactly dying yet, the body-brain system of artificial revival that Dirk has just solved for isn't going to keep him from doing that. It only shocks the body back to life, after all. It doesn't fix anything. The woman whose reanimation he de-animated wasn't going to stay alive for long. How long it would have lasted is an experiment he'll never get to perform, but muscles need oxygen, and to transport oxygen, the body needs blood. And a heart to move it. Her brain assembly and the electrical impulses it could produce definitely had the power to force-start her heart, but it couldn't repair the sizeable holes left in it by his sword.
Similarly, all of Dirk's expensive-ass black market valium that Ranboo swallowed hasn't been bound and neutralised by anything, and it definitely hasn't been expelled from Ranboo's system.
Which is why Dirk drops the cold, gory human head back onto his bed and grabs Ranboo by the shoulder and jaw, turning them toward him as he starts to rise to his knees.
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Date: 2024-08-17 03:32 pm (UTC)He hears a sound he's heard human beings make only in videos. A ragged, high sound--spasmodic and weak. Ranboo's lungs aren't failing, but his diaphragm is.
Snuff is widely associated with films of violent death--shootings, drownings, stangulations, beatings, bloody dismemberments. All of those are true, and easily available. But it's not just that. Some of it is slow. Not just by prolongued torture (and occasionally repeated revivals.) Slow, often painful drug-induced deaths are also in circulation. Dirk has known what valium overdoses look like for more of his life than he's been taking valium--there's a kind of eroticism to the way the body begins to shut down, and consciousness wanes. The steady, gradual weakening of life, until there is no life left. It's not Dirk's cup of tea, usually--the tension of not knowing the division between when the last breath is taken and when the body is only a body has a tendency to feel more like orgasm denial than edging, at least for him.
Still, he knows it. And combined with the information he's just excavated from the head of a human being whose death was completely by his hand, the problem-solving machinery of Dirk Strider's brain puts things together nigh-instantly.
Which is good, because while Ranboo isn't exactly dying yet, the body-brain system of artificial revival that Dirk has just solved for isn't going to keep him from doing that. It only shocks the body back to life, after all. It doesn't fix anything. The woman whose reanimation he de-animated wasn't going to stay alive for long. How long it would have lasted is an experiment he'll never get to perform, but muscles need oxygen, and to transport oxygen, the body needs blood. And a heart to move it. Her brain assembly and the electrical impulses it could produce definitely had the power to force-start her heart, but it couldn't repair the sizeable holes left in it by his sword.
Similarly, all of Dirk's expensive-ass black market valium that Ranboo swallowed hasn't been bound and neutralised by anything, and it definitely hasn't been expelled from Ranboo's system.
Which is why Dirk drops the cold, gory human head back onto his bed and grabs Ranboo by the shoulder and jaw, turning them toward him as he starts to rise to his knees.
"Oh no you fucking don't--"