[ It is probably for the best that Flynn is left alone for that moment. He is not yet at the point of tears: he is still full of a desperate and overflowing anger, burning hot like acid in his belly, and all he can do is curl his fingers into Lion's mane and lean down. Daisy is somewhere inside him, too weak yet to come out after all that blood loss, and so Lion is the only substitute, a thing of the real world keeping him grounded. ]
I left him.
[ This, murmured into Lion's fur, and then Blue comes back and Flynn lifts his head, taking the glass like a child. ]
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I left him.
[ This, murmured into Lion's fur, and then Blue comes back and Flynn lifts his head, taking the glass like a child. ]
Blue. I left him there.