[ fucking hell. lets go of her hand to gently touch the bloodstains on her clothes, carefully look at her arm-- but not touch it-- with an expression of vaguely ill distress. but she looks back up at her. ]
He's here-- he's right there, he's okay. You're both...
[ she pauses. her injuries stayed... after she died. So-- ]
[Flinches a little, tense--there's dried blood in her hair, gross--but yeah, you guys work something out, she will deal with flipping out a little less completely]
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He's here-- he's right there, he's okay. You're both...
[ she pauses. her injuries stayed... after she died. So-- ]
Someone killed you both?
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Sorry--sorry. We should--go, right? I mean--you don't have to.
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[ gives her hair a single stroke, then pulls away a bit. ]
I-- want to. 'Course I do, just...
[ give her a second to plead with hurricane. ]
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anyway. talked with hurricane, so, ]
... alright. Let's get going.