[Alice's nails scrape against Koltira's plate gauntlets, leaving white scars in their wake. The noise resounds in the tight space of the alley, a high, metallic screech that seems to jar Koltira's consciousness. He frowns, becomes uneasy.
The wisp of Alice's voice slips through. He drops her, gracelessly, and stumbles away--dropping the knife with a clatter as he does so. He covers his face with one hand, heaving, his thoughts a wild, jagged jumble. He doesn't want this. He protected this girl, before. Didn't he? Was that even the same person? Even a real person?]
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The wisp of Alice's voice slips through. He drops her, gracelessly, and stumbles away--dropping the knife with a clatter as he does so. He covers his face with one hand, heaving, his thoughts a wild, jagged jumble. He doesn't want this. He protected this girl, before. Didn't he? Was that even the same person? Even a real person?]
Let me pass.
[He growls into his own hand.]
Let me flee the city.