[Even under the threat of being attacked again, Ven didn't move -- nothing more than a futile shift in his stance, as if he stood a chance at blocking anything that came his way. The short seconds of time that Ira bought him after that were equally wasted as he tried desperately to think of anything he could do to help here -- but his willpower and injuries aside, he'd quite literally chosen the worst Jobs for the events unfolding tonight.
All around, he was useless here -- and it seemed as though trusting Ira was really all he could do.
At the very least, though... He reached out, casting Slow on Sora again, and renewing Ira's Haste.]
Don't...
[His voice broke, his throat was already raw from panting and speaking through the crushing pressure of his dented breastplate, but he forced himself to call out loudly enough to be heard.]
Don't die! I don't care if you'll come back to life later -- Sora wouldn't want this, and I...!
[I've seen too many friends die here
But the more he spoke, the more time he wasted. He could finish the thought later, once this was over and Ira was okay because he would be, he had to be--
Ven turned to go, finally, but that didn't stop him from catching a final glimpse of Ira -- rather, of his expression, the unusual air around him, combined with the stance that had never looked so strikingly familiar as it did in that tense moment.
Even then, Ven didn't stop, but put what strength he had into launching into a running start in the opposite direction. Towards the hospital, jaw set painfully tight and eyes stinging.]
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All around, he was useless here -- and it seemed as though trusting Ira was really all he could do.
At the very least, though... He reached out, casting Slow on Sora again, and renewing Ira's Haste.]
Don't...
[His voice broke, his throat was already raw from panting and speaking through the crushing pressure of his dented breastplate, but he forced himself to call out loudly enough to be heard.]
Don't die! I don't care if you'll come back to life later -- Sora wouldn't want this, and I...!
[I've seen too many friends die here
But the more he spoke, the more time he wasted. He could finish the thought later, once this was over and Ira was okay because he would be, he had to be--
Ven turned to go, finally, but that didn't stop him from catching a final glimpse of Ira -- rather, of his expression, the unusual air around him, combined with the stance that had never looked so strikingly familiar as it did in that tense moment.
Even then, Ven didn't stop, but put what strength he had into launching into a running start in the opposite direction. Towards the hospital, jaw set painfully tight and eyes stinging.]