[He sucks in his stomach with as much energy as he still has left in hopes of avoiding the blade, not at all surprised by the amount of blood starting to pour from the wound just under his ribs. He sits up shakily, mask still in hand as he stares down at her with a sense of hard, bitter rage. He knows. He knows the mask had some hold over her but...
...some part of her had to feel this way normally, didn't it? Keeping a hand pressed to the wound to slow the bleeding he tries not to crush the mask in his hand. He doesn't help her up, though he does push her with his foot to the shore and out of the water.]
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...some part of her had to feel this way normally, didn't it? Keeping a hand pressed to the wound to slow the bleeding he tries not to crush the mask in his hand. He doesn't help her up, though he does push her with his foot to the shore and out of the water.]
Get up, Weiss.