[He's never heard blood move like that. He's never seen blood like that, not even in the movies. Movies don't show things like that -- at least not the ones his dad let him. He can smell the gunpowder and the blood and his stomach ties itself into a knot and he thinks he's going to be sick. His hands are wet and stained red from when he touched Owen.]
Hold-- hold on.
[Diarama. Diarama. He scrambles, hands fumbling, to take his Evoker out, the steel glinting in the light as he raises it to his head.]
I can help you.
[He thinks. Please let it work. It's got to work, right?]
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Hold-- hold on.
[Diarama. Diarama. He scrambles, hands fumbling, to take his Evoker out, the steel glinting in the light as he raises it to his head.]
I can help you.
[He thinks. Please let it work. It's got to work, right?]