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[nogoodpeople]

[The lighting here is dim, and the floor is rock, cold and harsh and not at all providing a lovely backdrop. It smells of blood, and there's a reason for that - it's easy to see the stains of brownish red across the stone. Someone's been bleeding here, and rather a lot

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[only_fell]

Inara turns a corner, stepping onto the rock floor almost silently. She's in a long gown that swishes against the floor as she walks. Concern covers her face when she sees Tseng sitting against the wall. She picks up the pace, hurrying across the room to him.

"Tseng!" Her voice is quiet but urgent as she crouches down next to him, her hand going to his shoulder. It doesn't cross her mind that he'll hurt her. He saved her once.

[nogoodpeople]

He's still alive, luckily enough, but that's about all that can be said of him, and the only reason he hasn't been chained up again is because whoever's responsible for this doesn't think he'll be going anywhere. They'd be right.

It takes him a moment for him to recognize the fact that he's been spoken to, between the aches and pain of assorted half-healed wounds and the fitful doze he'd dropped off into. When he does manage to get his eyes open (more or less, one of them's a little swollen thanks to a nasty bruise) there's a hard light of determination there.

"Can't stay," he manages to rasp, once recognition finally dawns on him.

[only_fell]

"I'm not going to leave you here, Tseng," Inara tells him. She winces at some of the wounds. "What happened?" She's not certain where to touch him because he seems to be covered in them and the last thing she wants to do is hurt him more.

[nogoodpeople]

What happened is, more or less, an occupational hazard of being a Turk. But he doesn't really want to try getting his mouth around all that many syllables when it hurts to talk. Besides, right now he's more concerned about the fact that she should be gone when the Remnants get back. Bad enough he got Elena into this, he doesn't want Inara caught up in it too.

"They'll be back."

It's... not really an answer to the question at hand, but it at least implies something about the situation?

[sitaronthewater]

This is- not the happiest dream, here. Ick. He sees a vaguely human shape far away, and hovers, trying to decide if he should go over there or not. He inches closer and, after the figure doesn't do much, decides it's generally okay to go all the way up to him. Besides, maybe the dream door would open if it got to be too much. And then he was able to see more clearly.

"Tseng?"

[nogoodpeople]

Thankfully, the dream doesn't seem to be actively hostile at the moment. Messy, with a definite sense of having been hostile at one point, but right now it's in a sort of lull.

It takes a moment or three before he actually reacts to Demyx's question, one eye opening to peer blearily at him. You'll have to forgive him for not being terribly talkative, it's been a rather trying day.

[sitaronthewater]

Well this- this was not okay. "Oh man, what happened?" Aside from the obvious, which he realizes fairly quickly to be something, er, not good, although he's unsure as to what, specifically. "Can I do anything? You want some water or something?" His natural fall-back was water, not that he helped people all that much.

He usually didn't do well with helping people, being clumsy and incompetent at generally everything he did. And he didn't have all that many people to help, not back home, and even here in the City, what was there that he could do? But Tseng- well, he was fairly close with him. And when he first met him his first time in the City, during that zombie thing, he'd volunteered to help him. Although it was volunteering to 'end it quickly' for him, after the initial wariness around him afterward, he'd been nice to Demyx, and talked to him, and seemed to believe him, and believe in him. So if Tseng needed water, or maybe transportation, or something that he could manage, he'd do it.

[nogoodpeople]

While the offer of water is appreciated - and may well be accepted, later on - it's not what Tseng really needs at the moment. What he needs most is to not be here, since he knows the Remnants will only be coming back. He could probably also stand some healing, but if he can find his materia he can take care of that himself.

Still, it's a well before he actually answers, and when he does, his voice is dry and raspy.

"Best to leave."

For both of them. He doesn't know how good Demyx is in a fight, but he's certainly in no shape for it.