[ He doesn't take his time at all. In fact, he can't get free fast enough, and lurches up despite the head rush, grabbing Kaeya's hand to steady himself. He pushes away from the table that's been his prison, stumbling on unsteady legs, his tunic open around his torso. At least the blood from his cuts is freezing in places, at least. ]
Real heroic. Shit.
[ He braces a hand on his thigh to try and steady himself, his head swimming, limbs weak, but he won't let himself collapse ]
If only. Maybe they'll say, oh, wow, good job, you got free, here's the exit.
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Real heroic. Shit.
[ He braces a hand on his thigh to try and steady himself, his head swimming, limbs weak, but he won't let himself collapse ]
If only. Maybe they'll say, oh, wow, good job, you got free, here's the exit.