[Kratos hits something soft, and dazedly he isn't sure it's sand. He inhales again, cautious; his breath still catches deep in his chest -- you hit a lung, Yuan, you idiot -- but the other side still works. Now he can feel the pain, burning across his chest and reaching deeply into it.
[He can't tell what's up or down, but the ragged breaths bring in familiar scents to match the familiar feeling of an arm around him; though it isn't until Yuan's quiet, angry words in his ear that Kratos realises Yuan's the one holding him up.
[The shield drags itself off his arm and Kratos's trembling hand reaches up just enough to grip Yuan's sleeve, his feet pushing the ground weakly as though they'll hold him. They certainly won't, and the ground is gone a moment later besides. Kratos lets out a cry as Yuan moves, sharp and not precisely easy; but the arm around him is strong. Comforting, even, in its familiarity, with Kratos's thoughts fogged with pain and exhaustion.
[Lloyd's words pierce that fog, though, his voice raw and shaking.]
You can't have him! Dad!
[Lloyd.
[Kratos's grip on Yuan's sleeve tightens, and he even manages to bring up his other hand to Yuan's other shoulder, as though he has anywhere near the strength to push away -- as if they aren't in midair still. His sternum grinds and his breath snags, and he coughs explosively over Yuan's shoulder, tasting blood in his mouth and on his lips.]
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[He can't tell what's up or down, but the ragged breaths bring in familiar scents to match the familiar feeling of an arm around him; though it isn't until Yuan's quiet, angry words in his ear that Kratos realises Yuan's the one holding him up.
[The shield drags itself off his arm and Kratos's trembling hand reaches up just enough to grip Yuan's sleeve, his feet pushing the ground weakly as though they'll hold him. They certainly won't, and the ground is gone a moment later besides. Kratos lets out a cry as Yuan moves, sharp and not precisely easy; but the arm around him is strong. Comforting, even, in its familiarity, with Kratos's thoughts fogged with pain and exhaustion.
[Lloyd's words pierce that fog, though, his voice raw and shaking.]
You can't have him! Dad!
[Lloyd.
[Kratos's grip on Yuan's sleeve tightens, and he even manages to bring up his other hand to Yuan's other shoulder, as though he has anywhere near the strength to push away -- as if they aren't in midair still. His sternum grinds and his breath snags, and he coughs explosively over Yuan's shoulder, tasting blood in his mouth and on his lips.]