[Stepping, nearly stumbling backward—hey, it's hard when you've got robotic legs, okay?—Tavros draws his lance, albeit a bit more clumsily because he's so nervous, so scared shitless. But he's trying hard not to let any of that show on his face because shit's uncool, and that's a fact. He's trying to keep a steady hand on his lance, but that's hard too, because these are both his best bros, even if Gamzee seems to have completely flipped his shit. He watches, eyes darting between Dave and the fallen Gamzee, and he licks his lips nervously.]
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