[ Oria would have no qualms in ditching someone to save his own skin. Normally, he would leave them behind without a second thought.
But this is Sinclair. He's different. ]
No! You're coming with me!
[ Oria is absolutely vehement about this. He wouldn't throw away his life for anything, so that's why his intent is never that when he goes to try and grab Sinclair. They're going to make it out. Both of them. They're going to— ]
[It's a slither of movement. Green vicious mucous-like substance, bubbling away at concrete, bending metal. It's not something Sinclair would have noticed normally. But he does. So he does the only thing he can do. He shoves Oria as hard as he can, as a pillar comes crashing down, sending up debris and dust.
By the time it clears, Sinclair is laying underneath the debris. Acid has burned away at arms and back, leaving it raw and bloody. And a rebar pins him in place, skewering him right through]
[ Oria should have left before the smoke cleared, but his feet wouldn't move. Logically, he should have. Sinclair was trying to save him in exchange for his life. So it should be reasonable for him to run, right? So that his sacrifice isn't wasted.
Sinclair... he's...
...
He grits his teeth. Oria should have been prepared, but this feels like such a freak incident that it shouldn't have counted. ]
Emil...
[ Is he just cursed to never have a long term relationship? There's no chance for Sinclair to return from that. But he at least wants to be by his side as he dies.
But he's not even allowed that much. Backup finally comes for Oria, storming the first floor. SWAT is even here. There's bound to be more casualties, but they start dragging Oria away. ]
[ It hurts. It hurts so much. But a numbness spreads soon after, as a chill sinks into his body. He hears Oria's voice, screaming his name. But he can't lift his heavy limbs or say anything reassuring.
He's sorry. He's sorry. He's sorry.
But he can't move or speak. This isn't Fragment. This isn't a game. There are no last words or actions.
And then Oria is gone, leaving him in the dark while that thing slithered behind him. He had been careful for so long. But now--
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But this is Sinclair. He's different. ]
No! You're coming with me!
[ Oria is absolutely vehement about this. He wouldn't throw away his life for anything, so that's why his intent is never that when he goes to try and grab Sinclair. They're going to make it out. Both of them. They're going to— ]
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[It's a slither of movement. Green vicious mucous-like substance, bubbling away at concrete, bending metal. It's not something Sinclair would have noticed normally. But he does. So he does the only thing he can do. He shoves Oria as hard as he can, as a pillar comes crashing down, sending up debris and dust.
By the time it clears, Sinclair is laying underneath the debris. Acid has burned away at arms and back, leaving it raw and bloody. And a rebar pins him in place, skewering him right through]
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Sinclair... he's...
...
He grits his teeth. Oria should have been prepared, but this feels like such a freak incident that it shouldn't have counted. ]
Emil...
[ Is he just cursed to never have a long term relationship? There's no chance for Sinclair to return from that. But he at least wants to be by his side as he dies.
But he's not even allowed that much. Backup finally comes for Oria, storming the first floor. SWAT is even here. There's bound to be more casualties, but they start dragging Oria away. ]
Save him too! Emil! Emil—
[ He screams. ]
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He's sorry. He's sorry. He's sorry.
But he can't move or speak. This isn't Fragment. This isn't a game. There are no last words or actions.
And then Oria is gone, leaving him in the dark while that thing slithered behind him. He had been careful for so long. But now--
There's nothing he can do but give up]