[A hard ask. They look up through blurry eyes and stare at the thing that is real, that must be real, that they know to be real even as it looms over them. The injury to their shoulder is real. It feels like it's been impaled, and their breathing is heavy.]
[Whatever the case here, they can't hope to maintain this fight with an obstacle in the middle of it. They have to get Legion away from here. If they won't listen, they can do that much at least.]
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[A hard ask. They look up through blurry eyes and stare at the thing that is real, that must be real, that they know to be real even as it looms over them. The injury to their shoulder is real. It feels like it's been impaled, and their breathing is heavy.]
[Whatever the case here, they can't hope to maintain this fight with an obstacle in the middle of it. They have to get Legion away from here. If they won't listen, they can do that much at least.]
[Finally, the Drifter nods.]
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