[His eyes widen in surprise at the gesture, and at feeling that augmented power. ...He'll never get used to it, but it's kind of cool. More to the point, she's giving him something like that when she's clearly low on her own energy and needs to rest. Honestly, he should, too, but he's used to dragging himself and still move around no matter how badly injured he is. Not like he'd be able to sit still knowing he could still give at least one last big throwdown, and it won't be hard to get that rage fuel lit back up for it.
But he just stares at the hand before fingers slowly close over into a fist as he pulls it back.]
...Yeah, you, too. And thanks.
[With a small nod, he then turns to make his way back out, taking one last glance around to see all the people wounded and crying. Maybe...he should try and see if he can at least stem the tide of those damn Erasers...
That fist will tighten as slowly that inner rage builds, all his remaining strength beginning to gather for what would come to be his final showdown.]
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But he just stares at the hand before fingers slowly close over into a fist as he pulls it back.]
...Yeah, you, too. And thanks.
[With a small nod, he then turns to make his way back out, taking one last glance around to see all the people wounded and crying. Maybe...he should try and see if he can at least stem the tide of those damn Erasers...
That fist will tighten as slowly that inner rage builds, all his remaining strength beginning to gather for what would come to be his final showdown.]