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"Uuuu-uugh." I roll my eyes, then close them. "Here, henchie. Let's blow this joint. Or... something. I don't know these characters' slang very well. Anyways... "Let's just... "Remove..." That's better! I grin and look around me, then back at Corundum. "No need to hang out in that Narration anymore."

Elya kept her face buried into her knees, not a word said.

"...I guess 'My Lord' works, but make it a little less cheesy than that." I grin, turning my gaze to the squid. "Ellis... would you like to know what he's thinking right now?" Let. Me. Out.

I snort. "Heh. None of that, please. Makes my mouth feel funny."

"Oh, hey." I smile and turn my head to the side, hands pushed into my pockets. "Long time no see."

He slung it back around his neck without thinking, the movements making themselves without his permission. Much better. ...Hey. Wait, I-- Quiet. I glance at the Origin. "Glad we're here. Now where're the nasty monsters we have to kill?"

"What... what're..." Elya sniffed, then tucked her knees into her chest and watched in silence.

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"I'm... s-so... sorry..." Elya brushed a tearsoaked hand across Ji's face, wiping away the dirt, grime, and blood.

There were definitely tears. They strained out the corners of her eyes. One hand was shoved against her mouth, the other nowhere near steady. Even pressed up against Ji's bloodied form the hand was trembling like something awful. Was he alive? He was alive, right? Elya couldn't navigate her hand to his chest or neck. He wasn't breathing, she couldn't find a heartbeat, what scarce patches of skin weren't soaked scarlet red were paler than snow. Focus! Think! Breathe! Sobbing wouldn't save him. She had to take back control. You're the strong one! You're the collected one! You have power! Knowledge! SAVE. HIM. Elya broke. Her body slumped, head hanging limp and shoulders arcing back. A cough of dirt, blood, and agony escaped her mouth: a pitiful sob. The tears left streaks across her dust-matted face. She was crying. "S-someone... please..." Elya sucked in another shaky breath before sobbing it back out.

Elya sucked in a breath and puffed it back out. "Please. And hurry."

Elya blinked. "You're a Transporter?"

Elya shook her head.

Look around you, for god's sake! Elya wanted to scream, but she held it in. "I... can't see. Can you see?"

"What're you doing? SAVE HIM!" He'd saved her, by the devil. If he died... here... now... Dust clogged up her throat. Elya hacked up dirty phlegm, eyes watering from the strain. The intense panic of choking overtook her for just a moment, far exceeding any other fear or anger. Somehow, that was enough. The seconds of panic pulled herself back inwards, giving her a moment to think. Okay... think. Use your head... screaming won't help anyone... Elya swiped a hand across her eye; for all the good that did. He was bleeding--from what? The Pacis' weapons. Those were bullet holes. Bullet holes. Think. Calm. Think. "G...Grace?" Elya swallowed. "Is... there... any way out of here?"

"G--Grace? Oh my god, Grace..." Elya's gasp wasn't as relieved as it was desperate. "Save... save him--please. You... have..."

Only static from the other end of the line. The remnants of the commlink were buried in the rubble.