[ He steps back again, and again, instinct to protect himself finally taking over. His wrist still hurts, would probably throb, if he had blood to flow through it. But instead it just aches, and he tries not to move it too much, aside from holding it lightly with his other hand. The front of his armor is decidedly ruined as well, with so many finger-shaped holes through it, it would only serve as a means for him to be caught with than protected by at this point.
Koltira keeps yelling at him to go away.
But friends don't run-
Koltira is bleeding, scratching at himself, there's dark liquid on his own claws, coming from his face...
Friends don't-
He isn't sure why Koltira had let him go, when surely the elf knows he could have very well not. And that expression on his face... Koltira is in there, somewhere. Right now, this isn't him. It's... this is someone else. He wants to reach out, to talk to him again, maybe he just didn't use the right words, or maybe he just needed to try harder...
It seems talking won't do any more good.
He feels useless. He takes another few steps back. He's quite far away now, as per Koltira's wishes and... reluctantly, his own. ]
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Koltira keeps yelling at him to go away.
But friends don't run-
Koltira is bleeding, scratching at himself, there's dark liquid on his own claws, coming from his face...
Friends don't-
He isn't sure why Koltira had let him go, when surely the elf knows he could have very well not. And that expression on his face... Koltira is in there, somewhere. Right now, this isn't him. It's... this is someone else. He wants to reach out, to talk to him again, maybe he just didn't use the right words, or maybe he just needed to try harder...
It seems talking won't do any more good.
He feels useless. He takes another few steps back. He's quite far away now, as per Koltira's wishes and... reluctantly, his own. ]
I'm...
I'm not going to give up on you! I won't do it!!
I believe in you, Koltira!