[ Dizzily, strangely grateful for Blue and Lion even if he stumbles back on weak limbs and has to fling a hand out to the doorframe to keep them both upright, Flynn half-clings to him, sucking in hard breaths to try and get his head to stop spinning. ]
Blue—There's no time, Yuri is still stuck, I wasn't—
[ Flynn's breath hitches as guilt and anger crest over him again. He is trying so hard to master himself, to shove back the tide of feeling and focus on his task but it is so hard because all he can think, certainly loudly enough for Blue to pick up on, is Yuri grinning bloody at him in a matching jumpsuit, barefoot and armed only with a wrench, surrounded by bodies. ]
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Blue—There's no time, Yuri is still stuck, I wasn't—
[ Flynn's breath hitches as guilt and anger crest over him again. He is trying so hard to master himself, to shove back the tide of feeling and focus on his task but it is so hard because all he can think, certainly loudly enough for Blue to pick up on, is Yuri grinning bloody at him in a matching jumpsuit, barefoot and armed only with a wrench, surrounded by bodies. ]