Yeah. Like that. [He tries to protest the moment he finds himself being hauled up into Yang's arms, but there's really not a whole lot her can do when he's dealing with injuries and also much smaller than her.]
...Yang, I can walk. [Even if he's still a twitching mess and looking over her shoulder to stare at the mirrors again. What are they, why are they doing this, and how do they make it stop.]
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...Yang, I can walk. [Even if he's still a twitching mess and looking over her shoulder to stare at the mirrors again. What are they, why are they doing this, and how do they make it stop.]