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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Zhalia Ramshorn [@Benzaiten], Manon D'aureville [@PatientBean], Scott Wheeler [@Blizz], Phalko Ahn [@CasLink]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Divination & Illusion
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	"[color=7ea7d8]Don't prioritize me.[/color]" 

	He can't let himself be the reason these people get hurt. There's no noble bone in Simon's body, nothing that makes him more inclined to stand for anyone around him, if [i]he[/i] were in their position, he'd have [i]ran[/i]. There was a level of Darwinism to be acknowledged here, he was the deer with a limp and it made sense if they left him to his fate. Wolves had every right to feed, was it really fair to deprive them of what couldn't properly run from them?

	--[i]but he didn't really want to die, did he?[/i]

	Not really in the sense that he had ever been able to imagine it. He had always assumed he'd go down bloody though, frankly, if it had happened like this then he wouldn't have been surprised. These people however-- there were two flanking him now. The older man with the beard and the pretty blonde with the accent. He was being supported on both sides because they [i]wanted[/i] him to make it out of this alive. 

	He wondered if that was foolish, to some extent, to want to save a stranger.

	Hardly as if he'd bring it up now, seeing that they were intent on escorting him to safety, on keeping the beast back. "[color=7ea7d8]I'm serious, you need to worry about yourself too.[/color]" Which is about all he can muster, because Scott has already brought him beneath the protection of a shield. "[color=7ea7d8]Fuck.[/color]" 

	In the corner of his eye, he just barely catches the flicker of Phalko retreating. One moment she's there, and in a flicker she's not. He doesn't have much experience with teleportation but he imagines it must take a lot out of a person. He can't [i]see[/i] her blinking up ahead but he can almost [i]feel[/i] it. There's a certain amount of determination that he imagines she must have to put forth all that effort to get back in time to warn someone. He really hopes that she doesn't burn herself out before she gets there.

	There's a price to everything, even to kindness, he doesn't want to imagine what it'll be when it's all said and done.

	He's moving though, as quickly as possible, carefully trying to avoid roots and rocks. His crutches will catch if he's not careful, he'll send himself sprawling. He doesn't want to make this go from bad to worse. He doesn't want to make these people carry him any further than they are. His head is sort of spinning from the idea that when this is over, someone will come to him demanding payment for something they did to help him.

	[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck.[/i]

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