[ Slowly but surely, his swimming mind and vision start to come back to him, coalescing into something more concrete with Shoko's gentle words and ministrations. Everything...hurts. His arm, his head, his heart, it all aches, but he can't linger on it when the pressing threat of very real danger is still hot on their heels. Shit, will he even be able to get up and walk? He'll β he'll have to.
He allows himself another moment, just one more, to let the finality of it settle over him with a heavy, suffocating weight, exhaling a trembling breath. ]
...Not your fault. You β you saved my life.
[ And given what he might have become if he were turned into a zombie...maybe the lives of all of them. ]
We...need to go. H-help me up?
[ He can't do this on his own. He's really never been able to do nearly as much alone as he would like to think. ]
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He allows himself another moment, just one more, to let the finality of it settle over him with a heavy, suffocating weight, exhaling a trembling breath. ]
...Not your fault. You β you saved my life.
[ And given what he might have become if he were turned into a zombie...maybe the lives of all of them. ]
We...need to go. H-help me up?
[ He can't do this on his own. He's really never been able to do nearly as much alone as he would like to think. ]