[ He grunts in return. It isn't only Ciri. It isn't only him. His priority may be his daughter, but the others—between Nero and Steve and, fuck, Castiel, he just.
He's tired of losing people. And it feels like he will. That no matter what he does, they will not all leave this pit alive.
He doesn't press the point. Instead, he fixes the bandage on his arm like it does a damn thing. The cuts and gashes sting, leaking blood and fluid. His hand isn't healing properly. The exposed flesh under his torn skin is weeping. ]
You're coming, too. [ He does not wish to argue about it. If Nero doesn't want to hear that he might not make it, then he doesn't want to hear the same from Nero.
He breathes out. ] I liked being trapped on the mountain better.
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He's tired of losing people. And it feels like he will. That no matter what he does, they will not all leave this pit alive.
He doesn't press the point. Instead, he fixes the bandage on his arm like it does a damn thing. The cuts and gashes sting, leaking blood and fluid. His hand isn't healing properly. The exposed flesh under his torn skin is weeping. ]
You're coming, too. [ He does not wish to argue about it. If Nero doesn't want to hear that he might not make it, then he doesn't want to hear the same from Nero.
He breathes out. ] I liked being trapped on the mountain better.