[ His calves ache, but Tidus moves on automatic, knows how to do it without acknowledging the level of exhaustion running through his body. Just to get beside Inigo, to flop down where he knows the other guy would rather him be, than any noticeable distance.
A small grunt leaves his lips. He has the energy to turn his head to look at Inigo's SCA, but doesn't bother to examine it -- he doesn't need to. He already knows. ]
We'll make a call. [ It's a low-spoken decision, breath gulped in before he speaks a note higher: ] To the rest- someone might've seen him. We've got Purples all over. He's going to be fine.
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A small grunt leaves his lips. He has the energy to turn his head to look at Inigo's SCA, but doesn't bother to examine it -- he doesn't need to. He already knows. ]
We'll make a call. [ It's a low-spoken decision, breath gulped in before he speaks a note higher: ] To the rest- someone might've seen him. We've got Purples all over. He's going to be fine.
[ He'll repeat it, as many times as he has to. ]