[ It's a familiar feeling, this not knowing what to do because she is far too small to make any difference amid such grand chaos. So many are hurt and dying when Shuyi has nothing but two hands now left raw and bloodied from overuse. While checking the rooms for survivors, she finds the man staring her down with too much anger. She wants to tell him it's not a bad thing to be angry --it's what can keep you alive-- when the next explosion throws her to the ground and him out of sight.
She recovers moments later, ears ringing and coughing out dust, shielded from the worst of it by a wall. ]
Hello?
[ He can't hear her. She crawls on all fours, then rises to her feet, stumbling about and pushing away any debris she could to find him while growing more and more frantic. She can't afford to have more blood on her hands. ]
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She recovers moments later, ears ringing and coughing out dust, shielded from the worst of it by a wall. ]
Hello?
[ He can't hear her. She crawls on all fours, then rises to her feet, stumbling about and pushing away any debris she could to find him while growing more and more frantic. She can't afford to have more blood on her hands. ]
Say something. What is your name? Where are you?