âHold on, Iâll carry you.â
@hopedancing : meme / accepting
    his knee is tarnished to the point where it barely even hurts anymore . panic has lodged itself in his throat , sticky and ice cold in his chest . if he could just go one fight without looking death in the eye heâd be satisfied - just one , that is all he is asking . one altercation that doesnât end with him tethering on the edge of conciousness . unrealistic , of course , because by some joke of the gods heâs apparently a turkey - shoot on legs . or , well , concidering his inury thatâd be in singular at the moment . heâs about to say something stupid along the lines of âleave meâ or âhurry, you can still make itâ , both of which would be a waste of breath given that joy doesnât exactly have a track record of leaving people behind . theyâre a good person like that , which is why he doesnât say anything , even though the words are right there on his tongue .      he is limping , and absolutely useless . a rogue isnât much when their agility is taken out of the equation , especially not one with a skillset as narrowly niched as his . in short , thereâs little he can contribute to the fight other than desperately attempt to get out of it before heâs rendered unconcious . joy appears at his side so suddenly he nearly flinches at the flurry of motion , their words only just registering before heâs lifted off the ground . relief washes over him as the strain of his weight is taken off his leg , momentarily clearing his mind of the pain induced haze enough to squawk a grateful â thank you â as joy makes their escape .Â













