[Ahead - there. An open door. They hurl themself into the opening without closing the door behind them; that would be a dead giveaway regarding which way they had gone. And the thick patch of red is still soaking the threads of their sweater, laboring their breath, but they run.]
[ * Despite being hurt... ] [ * You persisted. ]
[They're persisting. Posing dramatically when they're at their last scrap of HP. At the end of every rope, and still they will endure. Despite everything.]
[The pulse of blue behind them ignites the walls in a soft cerulean glow, but they pay it little heed. One hand cupped around the injury leaking out their shoulder, trying to keep the spatters of red from giving away their position, they sprint down the open hallway spilling out in an unfurling of twisting corridors.]
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[ * Despite being hurt... ]
[ * You persisted. ]
[They're persisting. Posing dramatically when they're at their last scrap of HP. At the end of every rope, and still they will endure. Despite everything.]
[The pulse of blue behind them ignites the walls in a soft cerulean glow, but they pay it little heed. One hand cupped around the injury leaking out their shoulder, trying to keep the spatters of red from giving away their position, they sprint down the open hallway spilling out in an unfurling of twisting corridors.]
[It's not fear that lends them wings.]
[It's only ever determination.]