[ he knows he's eventually going to have to move, to leave her behind to keep moving forward. there's only so long he can spend in a critical moment to mourn for a lost ... friend? in truth, he didn't know her very well, just enough for a few exchanges here and there, with a shared appreciation and understanding of weapons and fighting, along with plenty of jokes regarding his age.
but it doesn't make it any less upsetting to see her dead. she seemed a good person and a reliable ally.
when he's about ready to set her back down gently to the floor, he can feel a shift of the blood beneath his fingers, head lifting when he hears the quiet wheezing of breath, and he scans her face, her neck, seeing the wound gradually closing itself up. ]
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but it doesn't make it any less upsetting to see her dead. she seemed a good person and a reliable ally.
when he's about ready to set her back down gently to the floor, he can feel a shift of the blood beneath his fingers, head lifting when he hears the quiet wheezing of breath, and he scans her face, her neck, seeing the wound gradually closing itself up. ]
What the fuck?