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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[handleyourshit]

What's the point?

[hippie_ninja]

We need to regroup, Rosita.

Which does nothing to show how her question terrifies him.

[handleyourshit]

You're okay.
You'll be okay.

That's all that matters.

[hippie_ninja]

I won't be okay without you.

He's fighting his way back the way he came. He taps the walls, trying to signal to her. He's coming for her.

[handleyourshit]

She does not, this time, signal back. She doesn't want him to join her where she is.

It's gotten very dark but she hasn't noticed. It smells like hot metal and rotting flesh and she barely notices that either.

It's okay. It's okay, as long as she doesn't drag anyone with her.

Yes you will.

Everyone will. It'll be better.

[hippie_ninja]

Please, Rosita

He wants to call her, to hear her voice, but doesn't dare.

Don't leave me. Don't do this to me. You're the only family I have.