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There was something about being hung onto like a children's toy that Hotaru found herself despising. Her face stung something awful, a weird taste in her mouth. If she was just let go, maybe she could run, or call for help, or [i]something[/i]! As if the universe heard her thoughts, Hotaru's flailing feet finally hit the ground. How? There was a slight delay in her thought process as the man that previously held her had released her, though there was little time to fully comprehend the situation at first. A hand had taken hers, an unfamiliar voice telling her they needed to go as it pulled her along. Her legs seemed to move on their own, following her savior's run. Someone had heard her? She didn't think anyone had heard her, let alone had noticed what had been happening during the chaos of the titans.

The titans!

Fear nearly got a hold of her again, though regret had gotten to her first. She had almost forgotten, looking around at the destruction around her. How could any of this be happening? It was too much, she didn't even know how she was still running, though she was honestly just following this person's lead. Said person looked around her age, her light blonde hair bouncing. She had a firm grip on her, which was for the best, though she seemed much more motivated to get them to safety than Hotaru was. Her own mind was a mess, though tears found their way to her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, though all she could manage was a somewhat choked, "[color=crimson]I'm so sorry...[/color]" She wasn't entirely sure why she was apologizing.

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