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[dumber_n_hell]

It had come down to this.  The finality of it was acute and clear.  Carla Jean had been made to live and she would, but her husband would not. That had been decided from the start.

Standing in the doorway of their home, Chigurh had lifted the gun and aimed, his left arm throbbing sharply as it held the weight.  He'd gotten off one shot and watched as

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Re: Ysandre and Joscelin

[incassielsname]

I have seen the dead and dying, and I have, more oft than not, been the cause of it. I have seen it, men and women both struck down, be they innocent or guilty; I have seen it, and to this day, it still haunts me. I may not know the names of all of the dead, but I see their faces. I know the face of death, and it shakes me, hits me to the core, that I look down at Ysandre and see somewhat that I recognize, from battlefields and snow-covered mountains and Elua help us, the women of the zenana, killed fighting for their freedom from evil.

This cannot come to pass. It cannot. I may be sworn into Phedre's service, as it were, but I am now and will always be Queen's Champion, and as much as it is my duty to keep Phedre from harm, you could say I have the same duty to my queen, and it appears I have already failed. "Shh," I say, jamming my daggers back into the sheaths at my side as I press a bit harder, trying desperately to stop the blood. "Don't move on your own, I just -- I need to --" There was no choice; I may have been able to stitch up my own simple wounds, but this was nothing such. She needed more help than I could offer. "I will get you to the clinic, Ysandre, please." I stoop to adjust my arms around her, trying to find the best way to lift her. Time is of the essence here.

Re: Ysandre and Joscelin

[queenysandre]

Even in her severely weakened state, Ysandre could hear the quiet desperation in Joscelin's voice, and she wished to give him words of reassurance, but speech was becoming increasingly difficult. The memory of Benedicte de la Courcel's last moments came to her unexpectedly; her traitorous uncle, dying minutes after her own life had been spared. She hoped it would not yet be the last memory she would have.

Joscelin's arms slipped around her, trying to lift her, and she managed to raise one weak arm to rest across his shoulders, but much more, she was incapable of, and she fought to simply remain aware as agony settled over her like a blanket.

Re: Ysandre and Joscelin

[incassielsname]

I shelter her with my body, trying to get her out of the building as quickly as possible. There is still fighting going on, but it seems to have moved elsewhere. Cradling Ysandre to my chest, I burst outside and move as quickly as I can. This would be easier had I another person, had I some sort of litter to carry her on. But there is no time. I talk to her, saying whatever nonsense comes to mind, trying to keep her alert as I make my way to the clinic. Surely someone there will be able to help her.