Revy Gray Warped World Reflections

With a nod, Dori took over, her eyes never leaving the creature's pained expression. She could see the trust that Luggin had placed in them, and she was determined not to betray it. The swordsman in Revy looked down at the creature, his thoughts racing. He knew that he had to act quickly if he was to keep his promise.

"You stay here," he told Dori, his voice a low murmur. "Keep an eye on him. I'll be back soon."

Dori nodded, her eyes never leaving the creature's tortured expression. "I won't let anything happen to him," she promised, her voice firm.

Revy turned and disappeared into the darkness of the forest, his swordsman persona fully in control. He knew that the lu gin's trust was fragile and that any misstep could shatter it. He had to act with the utmost care.

In the distance, the sound of rushing water grew louder, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. He approached the river's edge, the moon's reflection dancing upon the water's surface. The gentle flow promised a temporary reprieve from the horrors of the night.

With a deep sigh, Revy helped Luggin to his feet. The creature's eyes were filled with a newfound hope as he looked down at his now-healed feet, the pain of his transformation a fading memory. The cloth wrapped around them was stained crimson, but the skin beneath was whole once more.

Inside Revy's head, his three personalities were in a silent conference. The gambler weighed the potential repercussions of their actions, the swordsman focused on the immediate threat of Luggin's presence, and the shy, introspective side of him whispered gentle reassurances to the creature. It was a delicate balance, one that had taken years of practice to achieve.

"This woman's life is bad," the gambler murmured, his thoughts a soft hum in the back of Revy's mind. "I hate those bastards in that village," he continued, his voice filled with a quiet anger that resonated through Revy's very soul.

The swordsman in Revy nodded in silent agreement. "He wouldn't have survived without the regeneration parasite," he said, his voice a low growl. "But he still looks like a creature. The plants he ate are normally lethal, but they kept him alive and scarred his body."

The shy part of Revy spoke up, his voice a gentle whisper. "But he's suffered enough," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "We can't just leave him here to continue his cycle of pain."

The swordsman in him considered the practicality of the situation. "We have no idea where we're going or what we're doing," he admitted. "But we can't just leave him to face the same fate over and over."

The gambler nodded solemnly. "We need to get food," he said, his voice a mixture of reluctance and obligation. "But the nearest village is the one that did this to him. We can't go there."

The swordsman in Revy's mind was determined. "We'll have to," he said, his eyes cold as steel. "We need supplies and we can't let fear dictate our path." Lugin paused, considering his fragile confidence. "But we won't let anyone recognize him," he added, his voice softer.

When Revy returned to the camp, the first light of dawn was breaking through the treetops. The fire had burned low, leaving only embers that glowed like fiery eyes in the gloom. Luggin was sitting up, his feet now wrapped in clean bandages, the torn flesh replaced by fresh, unblemished skin. His eyes lit up when he saw them, a mix of relief and gratitude.

"Thank you," Luggin whispered, his eyes never leaving Revy's. "I can't remember the last time I felt this... whole." His gaze shifted to Dori, who was staring at him with a strange look in her eyes.

Revy noticed the way Dori was looking at Luggin and felt a twinge of unease. He knew that the girl had a gentle heart, and the creature's tragic story had touched her deeply. But he also knew that their journey was far from over, and they couldn't afford to get attached to every creature they encountered along the way.

"We have to keep moving," he said, his voice firm as he helped Luggin to his feet. The creature's eyes never left Dori's, a silent plea for understanding that she seemed to instinctively offer.

They walked to the river's edge, the sun's first rays kissing their faces as they bathed in the cool water. Luggin's wounds were almost entirely gone, leaving behind only faint scars that told a story of pain and survival. The clean clothes that Revy had brought from his pack were a stark contrast to the tattered rags he had been wearing, a symbol of a new beginning.

When they emerged from the river, Luggin's true form was revealed. The creature that had once terrified them was now a stunningly beautiful woman, her skin a soft caress of moonlight, her eyes like emeralds gleaming in the early dawn. Her hair, once matted and tangled, now fell around her shoulders like a curtain of shimmering silk.

Revy and Dori couldn't help but stare, their eyes wide with amazement. The transformation was complete, and before them stood a living embodiment of the prophecy's darkest tales. The woman before them was a testament to the power of hope and the strength of the human spirit.

"Thank you," he said, his voice now a soft whisper that seemed to carry echoes. "Thank you for giving me back my true form."

Dori looked at the creature, who was now revealed to be what a stunning woman she truly was, and felt a sudden surge of affection. "Lugin, can you marry me?" he said, his voice full of curiosity.

"Actually, my name isn't Lugin," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "My name is Luci."