and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
She cradles the poor lifeless child, spotting Ronin in the corner of her eye if only briefly. She wants to go after him, wants to help, but she’s better suited here, where Aoife can remain with Remi and —
— Loren briefly giving the order of searching for survivors, organizing such, but in the chaos there’s little organization that can be done. All they can do right now is move the bodies, get them out of the way of the carnage and rampage, and comb and comb and comb.
Amalia’s suggestion is granted a quick nod, crafting yet another blanket of sorts to make a cradle, a sling for the child, and she wraps Aoife up carefully, before passing her onto Amalia, ensuring the girl is secured. She clenches her teeth then, gaze looking out over the crowds once more. “Keep going! Pull out anyone you can find, make room to search!” She calls out, voice echoing hidden along the cracks of the cries and screams and anguish.
“Remi, let them help you.” A quiet plea. Let us help you like you helped me, when I was impaled, when I was dying, when you risked everything to ensure I’d get back. With Deimos there, they don’t need her help to lift him. She can be useful elsewhere.
And then she’s off, sure they’ll call for her should they need her, and she goes into the thick of it all, to help pull bodies, to use her infrared gaze to seek out anything with life and warmth beneath the rubble, instructing those nearby to dig and pull as she goes from place to place.
— Loren briefly giving the order of searching for survivors, organizing such, but in the chaos there’s little organization that can be done. All they can do right now is move the bodies, get them out of the way of the carnage and rampage, and comb and comb and comb.
Amalia’s suggestion is granted a quick nod, crafting yet another blanket of sorts to make a cradle, a sling for the child, and she wraps Aoife up carefully, before passing her onto Amalia, ensuring the girl is secured. She clenches her teeth then, gaze looking out over the crowds once more. “Keep going! Pull out anyone you can find, make room to search!” She calls out, voice echoing hidden along the cracks of the cries and screams and anguish.
“Remi, let them help you.” A quiet plea. Let us help you like you helped me, when I was impaled, when I was dying, when you risked everything to ensure I’d get back. With Deimos there, they don’t need her help to lift him. She can be useful elsewhere.
And then she’s off, sure they’ll call for her should they need her, and she goes into the thick of it all, to help pull bodies, to use her infrared gaze to seek out anything with life and warmth beneath the rubble, instructing those nearby to dig and pull as she goes from place to place.
— than a human being
REXANNA
