[He looked back, checking his pace when he felt a little tug on his sleeve. His arm braced for weight support.]
H-hey... hang on, okay?!
[And that coldness became a little twist of panic. Jeez, what the hell's with the people rubbernecking the injured!? Make way, make way, or he will use another damn Soul Descent, swear to god...!]
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H-hey... hang on, okay?!
[And that coldness became a little twist of panic. Jeez, what the hell's with the people rubbernecking the injured!? Make way, make way, or he will use another damn Soul Descent, swear to god...!]