... Lisa! H-hol!
[There's a soft sob. A mixture of terror and pain]
It h-hurts... hurt...
A-arm...
[There's a clicking sound, and then a few gentle clinks... like shards of glass falling]
Half... is dark. I'm... I do not... I can't.. go...
Please...
Help...
[[ooc: 6 met with a wild
Zidane!]]
Six?
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Hurt... Hol...
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...
Where are you?
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I am... h-hiding...
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[He really should still be resting, curse you 6!]
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[His voice shorts out again, the sound being akin to several voices trying to talk through static. Then it goes quiet]
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[Here you go, 6... have a Hol Horse come out to find you.]
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