He knew it would come. He knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself. The pain of fire is one he felt, his arms burned purple-black and raw when they had to take out the Xenomorphs. It hurt. It hurt so much it was blinding. The only thing that kept him there was getting the information he did-- district thirteen.
"FOCUS ON SOMETHING!" He shouts. Because that's all he can think to say or do.
He's not a fucking docterrorist he doesn't know how to heal people, he's not even sure docterrorists know how to heal people, just cull. His whole motherfucking species is only good for culling and that's what he should be doing now but he can't, he promised.
She thrashes but he holds her leg still. He's still a highblood, he's stronger than her. So he keeps going just a little longer, before he lifts, just to see what progress they got (and it's bound to be less than they need). But he doesn't let go. Then he'll never get it going again.
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"FOCUS ON SOMETHING!" He shouts. Because that's all he can think to say or do.
He's not a fucking docterrorist he doesn't know how to heal people, he's not even sure docterrorists know how to heal people, just cull. His whole motherfucking species is only good for culling and that's what he should be doing now but he can't, he promised.
She thrashes but he holds her leg still. He's still a highblood, he's stronger than her. So he keeps going just a little longer, before he lifts, just to see what progress they got (and it's bound to be less than they need). But he doesn't let go. Then he'll never get it going again.