（ she is not, in point of fact, hallucinating at all — he and shikamaru had built a bolthole beneath the schoolhouse in case they needed a place for the civilians to gather safely, blocked off by a section of the wooden floor and covered carefully by a rug that's falling apart along the lines of its weave.
he does hesitate somewhat, the floor panel lifted halfly up when he hears her, turning his head towards the sound of her voice. his vision is blurred so badly he can't make out much more than her vague shape, backlit by the warm glow of the fire in the open cookstove of the room. ）
Marta-san. Do you require something?
（ he's not much better off than she is — but she's been stabbed, and he's only exhausted his chakra overusing susano'o. their situations are not comparable, and he will help her if he can. ）
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he does hesitate somewhat, the floor panel lifted halfly up when he hears her, turning his head towards the sound of her voice. his vision is blurred so badly he can't make out much more than her vague shape, backlit by the warm glow of the fire in the open cookstove of the room. ）
Marta-san. Do you require something?
（ he's not much better off than she is — but she's been stabbed, and he's only exhausted his chakra overusing susano'o. their situations are not comparable, and he will help her if he can. ）