[ Trowa isn't going to argue with Otome as she rushes them out of the room. The cave-in itself was enough to make him want to put distance between him and this place. Unfortunately, Viridi seems to be out cold after the whole affair. Otome is half-carrying her as she heads for the exit. Naki is closely following as dust from the crumpled ceiling comes billowing out of the doorway.
There's barely any time for a breath before the next thing piles up. No attackers, but Trowa watches in mute horror as his gun becomes painted in swathes of rust. Just behind him, he hears a quiet shattering sound– Naki isn't there anymore. All that's left is a pile of dust. Reluctantly, he drops whatever is left of his weapon, watching it explode into small shards. ]
Great. [ Well, no time to cry about it. Turning to Otome, he offers– ]
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There's barely any time for a breath before the next thing piles up. No attackers, but Trowa watches in mute horror as his gun becomes painted in swathes of rust. Just behind him, he hears a quiet shattering sound– Naki isn't there anymore. All that's left is a pile of dust. Reluctantly, he drops whatever is left of his weapon, watching it explode into small shards. ]
Great. [ Well, no time to cry about it. Turning to Otome, he offers– ]
Here, I'll take her.