[The dragon's howl is touched with desperation, as holy blood gushes down its front. On sputtering wings, it struggles, wavering and unready for the onslaught to come. It knows only one thing: it ferries its comrades to safety. It must escape, to survive to see another day, no matter how much the Innocence within it squalls with indecision, no matter how much harder it is to see through the blaze of the Pleroma as it attempts to save his soul-
As if embodying that will, Hayame cries out for him.
Some part of him that was getting lost in the throes of battle and suffering awakens at her shouts. It's the reason he's here, the reason he must survive. Struggling to wrench control of himself, he turns his attention towards her...
And his heart aches at what he sees.]
Hayame... You...
[She's wounded and badly. The sight pains him almost as badly as the hole through its chest.]
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As if embodying that will, Hayame cries out for him.
Some part of him that was getting lost in the throes of battle and suffering awakens at her shouts. It's the reason he's here, the reason he must survive. Struggling to wrench control of himself, he turns his attention towards her...
And his heart aches at what he sees.]
Hayame... You...
[She's wounded and badly. The sight pains him almost as badly as the hole through its chest.]
Aye... we must away... we must...
[He's losing focus.]