[He winces at the next shot and takes another step closer. His shadow isn't falling long enough to obscure every puddle around them, but it still dims more of the weak midday light the closer he gets. Realizing that he still has the gun in his hand, he briefly holds it out towards her so that she can see it before tossing it down the ground, out of his reach. But he does make the mistake of watching it fall into a puddle, the ripping reflection of the little girl he'd watched pulled into the Abyss back home pleading up at him. Oz had begged him to help that girl, but her time was up. It had been too late...
He winces, forces himself to look away, and with his hands empty he steps forward again.]
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He winces, forces himself to look away, and with his hands empty he steps forward again.]
-It's only me. Are you hurt?