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"But I fucking am," Gale protested in a mumble |
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"no you're not and I'm not gonna lose you to something like whipping wounds!" |
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"The only reason I have these is because I was protecting you from getting them since you can't save yourself," He started, tone bittering as he did his best to not yell at her or anyone. |
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She flinched, her expression turning hurt. "Then you don't have to anymore" she muttered, tears in her eyes as she turned and walked outside, breaking into a run into the woods |
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Gale went to get up, the pain finally making him realize the severity of the wounds. "Get out. All of you." He snapped, the team scattering as he buried his face in his arm. He couldn't get up, could barely even move without hurting. How helpless could he get? The night settled as tears slowly ran down his face. |
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She continued running through the woods as it bagn raining. She was nearly to town when he legs gave out and she collapsed, sobbing |
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The pain eventually dragged him back under, knocking him out for days. |
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Kayla had made it to the town, outrunning a few times from the guards before finally allowing them to catch her. She was tired and wanted to die, she was so lonely |
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The guards brought her into a room, sitting her down in a chair before a table with the sentinel infront of her. "We'll let you go under one condition, no punishment, all charges dropped. Long as you can tell us exactly where this man is.." He proposed, sliding a poster infront of her. WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE GALE HUMMENDUEAS |
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She looked at the poster, her mind screaming to turn him in--he likely didn't even want her anymore. "No" she breathed |
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