[She lets him drag her along, keeping pace behind him as they break from the building into the heat outside. There's an urge to slow down- she knows it's unlikely the creatures will follow too far out here- but she lets him keep going until he starts to let go. When his hand is off of her, Girl stops. She watches him move forward a few feet, breathing hard. Her forearm is gripped tight near her stomach, other hand rubbing like he'd burned her skin.
She almost feels like crying when he goes down, a lump forming her her throat. Party, their fearless and angry leader, did not falter. As a child she'd always upheld him, in some ways even more than the others, as an unstoppable force. He was always there first when something went wrong, gun smoking and eyes wild whenever some nightmare had crossed their path.
Girl knew he wasn't infallible. She'd seen him bleed, she watched him die. But it didn't make it any easier to see him like this now.]
Party?
[Her voice cracks, thick with emotion. She takes a few shaky steps closer to him, circling to to see his face.]
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She almost feels like crying when he goes down, a lump forming her her throat. Party, their fearless and angry leader, did not falter. As a child she'd always upheld him, in some ways even more than the others, as an unstoppable force. He was always there first when something went wrong, gun smoking and eyes wild whenever some nightmare had crossed their path.
Girl knew he wasn't infallible. She'd seen him bleed, she watched him die. But it didn't make it any easier to see him like this now.]
Party?
[Her voice cracks, thick with emotion. She takes a few shaky steps closer to him, circling to to see his face.]
You okay, did they get you? Do you need patched?