[Naoto is laid up in the middle of a clearing just a little into the village, bloodied and cut-up, looking pallid; her lips are parched. A few feathers from her wings have fallen off and the wings themselves have bloodstains on them. She's delirious and feverish, mumbling things in a hoarse voice about "Father" and "who do I cut?" while twisting
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Fuyumine?
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...Gokudera. Fancy meeting you here.
[she struggles to get up]
...They did quite a number on me, as you can see.
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We're close to my house. I'll take you back there.
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[coughs a little more and clears her throat]
...You sure? I don't want to intrude.
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get on my back.
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...Er...
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If you insist.
[coughs]
...Thanks.
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He still knows he'll be able to walk easier than Naoto would be able to.
And he starts off in the direction of his house ]
Yeah.
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...Not too heavy, am I?
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[ Gokudera just has a skinnyness that rivals that of Haine :|;;; ]
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[Since she feels a bit dizzy, she leans her head a bit on his shoulder]
So...where are you from? I don't think I ever asked you that the first time we met.
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Oh...so you're half...I see. That's an interesting blend, actually...Italian...and Japanese...
...Yes. Where I'm from, much of humanity was forced underground.
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