[ Simon’s still got his arm over her human shoulders, too numb to be aware of what he’s doing or hear himself speak. Oh fuck, she almost had it. Even if he wanted to leave her here, he’s almost as frozen as she is, rigid with the air that surges past them constantly just to remind them how close they are to all these fucking moving cars.
He keeps his head down like he’s ducking away from gunfire, avoiding looking at the cars. He will irreparably lose his shit. ]
Come on, come on, get up— Your parents— you gotta make it home to your parents. [ Please work, please move centaur legs. ]
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He keeps his head down like he’s ducking away from gunfire, avoiding looking at the cars. He will irreparably lose his shit. ]
Come on, come on, get up— Your parents— you gotta make it home to your parents. [ Please work, please move centaur legs. ]