"You ...ran away? From them." They practically spit the last word, the venom clear even beneath the pain.
They try to move, to sit up. Their pain gate makes it possible but--fuck! They grit their teeth at the twinge of pain that rockets up their arm even as they manage a sitting position.
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Date: 2024-04-18 07:52 pm (UTC)They try to move, to sit up. Their pain gate makes it possible but--fuck! They grit their teeth at the twinge of pain that rockets up their arm even as they manage a sitting position.