[ he nods though his expression is strained, wishing he could have done more even now. but she's alive. matt's stupid rules couldn't contend with that. frank finds himself leaning towards her, studying her to make sure she's really breathing. he knows it's a dream-- on some level, but right now he's just in awe of her, and himself for saving her. his bloody clothes and the memento mori as micro had called it vanish and he's left once more in his black jumpsuit, tall scuffed combat boots and black beanie. ]
Didn't want you to die either. [ it's a low murmur, so soft she might not pick it up except for how close they are now, the breeze in the higher altitude carrying by them swiftly. he watched her die once, he wasn't about to do that again. to watch the shattered look on matt's face. he shakes his head, his hand coming up as if to touch her, but it falls away long before connecting. ] He's okay. Red. That's because of you. [ she saved matt and he tried to save her -- or succeeded, maybe, at least this time. he can sit with that if she can. ]
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Didn't want you to die either. [ it's a low murmur, so soft she might not pick it up except for how close they are now, the breeze in the higher altitude carrying by them swiftly. he watched her die once, he wasn't about to do that again. to watch the shattered look on matt's face. he shakes his head, his hand coming up as if to touch her, but it falls away long before connecting. ] He's okay. Red. That's because of you. [ she saved matt and he tried to save her -- or succeeded, maybe, at least this time. he can sit with that if she can. ]