"This isn't your fault, mijo. Would be pretty dumb of him to blame any part of this on you. You didn't ask for this to happen." Far from it he's pretty sure. "And technically, this wouldn't have undone his work so much as... given him a new project." Not that he's super thrilled at the idea of having to explain this himself. Still. Priorities.
And speaking of, he's going to just start slowly hobbling his way forward, towards this bushes ahead. He's grateful to see, so far, there's not yet sign of sun on the horizon, and better yet, no sign of any horrible creature lurking in the dark. He's not sure he'll be able to run like he did again.
When they reach the bushes and those twinges of pain get sharp, he begins to search. Only to soon recall that it's hard to find things in the dark. He sucks a deep breath, closes his eyes and feels out for his arm. The upper piece goes flying back in place, snapped near clear around the end of it save for a crack that works it's way up. The other half flies up after and he catches it with his other hand before it can even try to attach itself. He releases a shuddering breath, bent nearly double for a second before he rises back up. He gives both parts of his arm a once over.
"Okay," He says. "It's not as bad as it could be." He dares to move his detached fingers and bites back a noise of pain. But they do, in fact, move. "D-definitely not as bad. Lets go get our stuff."
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"This isn't your fault, mijo. Would be pretty dumb of him to blame any part of this on you. You didn't ask for this to happen." Far from it he's pretty sure. "And technically, this wouldn't have undone his work so much as... given him a new project." Not that he's super thrilled at the idea of having to explain this himself. Still. Priorities.
And speaking of, he's going to just start slowly hobbling his way forward, towards this bushes ahead. He's grateful to see, so far, there's not yet sign of sun on the horizon, and better yet, no sign of any horrible creature lurking in the dark. He's not sure he'll be able to run like he did again.
When they reach the bushes and those twinges of pain get sharp, he begins to search. Only to soon recall that it's hard to find things in the dark. He sucks a deep breath, closes his eyes and feels out for his arm. The upper piece goes flying back in place, snapped near clear around the end of it save for a crack that works it's way up. The other half flies up after and he catches it with his other hand before it can even try to attach itself. He releases a shuddering breath, bent nearly double for a second before he rises back up. He gives both parts of his arm a once over.
"Okay," He says. "It's not as bad as it could be." He dares to move his detached fingers and bites back a noise of pain. But they do, in fact, move. "D-definitely not as bad. Lets go get our stuff."