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tyzias is smart enough * to not get cornered in an alleyway * like an idiot * also who the fuck is gorsef? * you mean gorjek? * iâm not surprised that guy latched himself onto her *|
[You probably shouldnât be smarmy with this guy until you know his place on the hemospectrum, but considering it was you who just saved him, you could probably just kick him off the building and back into the swarm of he tried anything.]
[While he plays with chairs, you move to heft up the ladder on the fire escape with a grunt, the rusty metal scraping against itself loudly as you strain against it. Once its away from the hoard, you turn and begin walking across the roof to assess how close the buildings were next to each other.]
tch *|
[You werenât sure he could make the jump. You move to the other building.]
and i could ask you the same thing * but the reality is * something is out here thatâs an expert * in hunting trolls especially * i donât know if youâve noticed * but every ass who sent out those stupid boats * definitely got to see their loved ones again *|
[You move to a nearby scrap pile, must have been where they recycled. Snapping off a large piece of wood, you bring it over to bridge the gaps between the two roofs, stepping out carefully to test your weight.]
my lusus * is an expert hunter * it kind of falls into my lap * to make sure she doesnât get too far * while also not getting killed *|
[You jump slightly, the wood doesnât crack or squeal. You hold out your hand to the other troll.]
the next roof is quieter * we can rest there *|
âă You follow her, your nerves not quite easing up, but the fact she hasnât left you behind is a good sign you think. It could have been so easy for her to just say fuck this, but for whatever reason, she didnât. And youâre thankful. Because all things considered, youâre not a fighter.Â
She mentions the boats, and indeed, part of you feels foolish. You didnât notice anyone out there you knew, in the water, but you can only fucking imagine how horrified it must be to have someone you care about shambling around. Rotting. Then she says sheâs out here to make sure her lusus doesnât kill anyone.ă
ă You pause, you take her hand, and youâre speechless for a few moments. She shouldnât have to do this. No one should have to do that. You sit down, and just... exist for a few seconds.ă
â...â âă The screams over the horizon pollute the moment of calm.ă
âLET ME STICK AROUND FOR IT. I CANâT FIGHT WORTH A FUCK, BUT IâM A DECENT DISTRACTION IF NOTHING ELSE. AND IâM NOT-âÂ
ă Thatâs a lie. Youâre afraid to die. Youâre afraid of being found out. But she shouldnât have to do this alone. You donât look at her directly.ă
âIâVE DIED BEFORE, SO. IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN, IT HAPPENS. LETâS GO FIND HER, AND END THIS. AND IF SHIT HAPPENS, DONâT BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER ANYTHING. WHATEVER THIS IS, IT ISNâT YOUR FAULT.âÂ











