He rolled back as she pulled him, his legs flexing in vain to keep smothering the fire, only to have her finish the job. He went slack for a moment, breathing, before he lurched himself upright, bending to work at the ropes around his ankles with his hands. "There [i]is[/i] nothing left." He snapped angrily. "And yes, I am afraid they'll come back, because they h─"

He froze, having turned his head to leer at her, his eyes landing not on the scarred helmet but a scarred face. [i]Her[/i] face. Or at least it once was. This one was no where near as flawless, but beneath the scars and the wear, there she was. Nothing she said met his ears, her voice muffled and garbled as if they were underwater. He swallowed thickly, afraid, his chest aching fiercely. 
He could remember the way her lips felt against his own, the ashy smell of her hair, the way her fingers were always cold against his skin, even in the desert heat. 

He wasn't sure how long he stared before he shook his head, forgetting everything else, the sound of her laughter echoing in his head, drowning out the screams. "Stay away from me." He said viciously, going back to work at the ropes around his feet. "I don't care what you do or where you go, but stay away from me."