[He barely registers that someone's even near and talking to him, let alone who it is. It's like his ability to think is hemorrhaging out of him along with his blood.
He does manage to piece together the question, though. "What happened"... how to even begin to explain? Fuck, he's so tired. No, focus. There's a question. Answer it.]
Gun. [No shit.] Fight. [Keep going.]
They took Chara. [He can't stop a rough exhale that might have been a cry of pain in other circumstances. They took Chara because of him. He failed he failed he failed.
He manages to reach up with one hand and put it on her shoulder, weakly trying to push her away, leaving large tracks of red on her clothes.]
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He does manage to piece together the question, though. "What happened"... how to even begin to explain? Fuck, he's so tired. No, focus. There's a question. Answer it.]
Gun. [No shit.] Fight. [Keep going.]
They took Chara. [He can't stop a rough exhale that might have been a cry of pain in other circumstances. They took Chara because of him. He failed he failed he failed.
He manages to reach up with one hand and put it on her shoulder, weakly trying to push her away, leaving large tracks of red on her clothes.]
Get help. Help Chara.