[ Fuck — Andy sprints over with Felix, sheathing her own blade as she comes to help. What she wouldn't do for a fucking shovel, but at least her gloves make it easier to dig through the rubble. It hasn't even really sunken in yet, that they did what they came to do. That they survived. Won even, for their part. Maybe it'll feel more real when she makes it back outside to see that the blood rain has finally cleared. Or when she can lay eyes on her people again. Or sleep in her own goddamn bed.
But her head isn't there yet. The adrenaline hasn't died down, and her focus hasn't broken. The moment it does, her newly mortal flesh will give up. So she just digs. ]
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But her head isn't there yet. The adrenaline hasn't died down, and her focus hasn't broken. The moment it does, her newly mortal flesh will give up. So she just digs. ]