[There's a clatter, thunderous in Tavros's ears, as his lance falls to the floor, and as Gamzee is talking (raving, he's raving), he comes ever closer, creeping, cautious, until with a thud he falls to his metal knees next to the highblood, scooting until he's right up next to him. And he's not so good with the words, never has been, so he just carefully folds his arms around Gamzee's huddled frame, trying to forget about the blood everywhere, his blood, everyone's.]
hEY, iT'S ALRIGHT, bRO, i'M HERE, yOUR BESTEST BRO IS HERE, hAHA, yOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, uH, i PROMISE, i THINK,
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hEY,
iT'S ALRIGHT, bRO,
i'M HERE, yOUR BESTEST BRO IS HERE,
hAHA,
yOU'LL BE ALRIGHT,
uH,
i PROMISE, i THINK,