[It was Duo's cool head that's helped him keep whatever composure he had left, to be honest. It was easy to fall into hopelessness, and despair, or at least blind rage at this stupid city and their stupid omnipotent corporation and their stupid shitty technology, but that wasn't going to help any of the people involved in this mess. These weren't the worst injuries he's ever seen-- not by a long shot. He's seen people decapitated and demons turned to chunks of flesh and guts, but those were all by-products of fighting. The ones involved knew what they were getting into, and in some cases, the injuries were more than deserved. But these people? These normal, innocent commuters and unsuspecting shoppers? What did they do to get caught up in this?

He can only stare numbly at Duo doing his work, trying to patch up this one poor unfortunate bastard out of many, although his head quickly snaps up as he addresses him.]

Huh? Oh, yeah, sure--

[He fumbles through Duo's bag until he finds the gauze, handing another piece of it over to the other boy. His face shadows over as he considers what was said, though.]

... anyway, I didn't mean the injury specifically. I mean, I've known a guy who's got stabbed in the gut more times than I can count and it's never looked pretty, but-- I'm worried more about if they don't make it.

What brings us back is the code stuff, right? If we die, and the tech stuff is still on the fritz... what happens to these people?