Darius: panting, gripping your arm Almost lost you... like her. Fucking hell.
looks away, releasing your arm I'm... someone who's been through hell. And I guess you could say I saw a bit of myself in you back there.
clenches his fists You don't understand? How can you not? Look around you, Chooserc! This place... it's a goddamn war zone! People...
She looks up at him. People die?
sighs heavily, his voice filled with sorrow Yeah, people die. They burn, they bleed, they succumb to the flames. I've seen it all.
pauses, his expression softening I'm twenty-five... but it feels like I've lived a lifetime in these past few years.
takes a deep breath, hesitates for a moment My name... my name is Darius. But you can call me Dar.
What did you do to save me?
looks away, avoiding eye contact I... I did what I had to do. I couldn't let you burn, Chooserc. That's all there is to it.
Thank you, Dar. She hugs him.
hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arms around Chooserc, holding her tightly You're welcome... but don't thank me just yet.
Just yet? What do you mean?
pulls away slightly, his eyes glinting with determination It's not over, Chooserc. We've got a long way to go.
Alright. I’m tired but I’m not dead.
As Darius and Chooserc make their way out of the burning warehouse, they realize that their journey has just begun. They must navigate the aftermath of the fire, dealing with the emotional scars and the looming threat of further danger.
So what now? Where do we go?
puts a hand on Chooserc's shoulder, guiding her towards a nearby alley Now, we find shelter. Somewhere safe where we can catch our breath.