[hr][right][sup]Monday — Morning — Hallway[/sup][/right]
Kat was putting himself back together, bit by bit, but being pulled away from the scene didn't seem to help overmuch. Even with his composure returning under a squint of unwanted tears, it was clear that leaving Rebecca effectively unattended stressed him. The catch of Dulac's eyes grated nails on his already brittle sense of danger. It was... not safe.
[center][sub][b][color=222222]his duty to stay with the wounded[/color][/b][/sub][/center]

[color=fdc68a]"Okay,"[/color] he said finally, holding Keone's shoulder and giving it a brief squeeze, with what warmth he had, as if he wasn't the one being reassured. [color=fdc68a]"It's okay. I see it now. I..."[/color] Kat looked up, squinting through the haze. He didn't see. He couldn't see at all. [color=fdc68a]"What's [i]going on?[/i] You know. You got hurt too, didn't you? I don't... [i]know.[/i]"[/color]

He couldn't see.

He couldn't see through all this [i]rain.[/i]

[color=fdc68a]"...Something's broken."[/color] Kat wiped his eyes. He never felt sorry for himself. He [i]shouldn't.[/i] He was [i]fine.[/i]