[ something is happening... something she doesn't fully understand, but feels vaguely familiar in a way - a sense of dissociation, of a loss of control, as if part of her is watching this happen from far away while the rest is left to flounder helplessly in the moment.
is it because she's losing too much blood? the poison? Silco, too, seems... out of it. she doesn't know, but when she tries again to drag Silco up with her to her knees, she finds herself fumbling before making it close to the mark, ending up awkwardly slumping into his side instead. is she going numb? no, it's more like she's being held down by something at her back -- something she can feel with far more clarity than anything else. ]
...Silco?
[ her voice sounds distant to her own ears. tongue is clumsy.
is she passing out--? her fingers tangle in his bloodied sleeve, and things begin to fuzzily fade. ]
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is it because she's losing too much blood? the poison? Silco, too, seems... out of it. she doesn't know, but when she tries again to drag Silco up with her to her knees, she finds herself fumbling before making it close to the mark, ending up awkwardly slumping into his side instead. is she going numb? no, it's more like she's being held down by something at her back -- something she can feel with far more clarity than anything else. ]
...Silco?
[ her voice sounds distant to her own ears. tongue is clumsy.
is she passing out--? her fingers tangle in his bloodied sleeve, and things begin to fuzzily fade. ]