[ She only waits for the half a second it takes to confirm for sure that the kaiju's dead before she goes pelting after Perseus – Amiguchi – again. She doesn't bother taking the long way down to the river bank, instead just dropping herself right off the side of the bridge and landing in cold, wet mud. She slips and staggers all the way up the bank, looking like she might topple over any minute and then when she reaches his side, Scuti goes down onto her knees in the sodden earth anyway. Her dusk colours end up dull and dirty with mud but for now, her attention is all on him. ]
Amiguchi! [ For once, there's no irritation or admonishment to her tone. Just raw panic and sincere concern. ] Are you– you're not–?!
[ She's almost afraid to say it, as if voicing all the ways he could be hurt might suddenly make them real. ]
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Amiguchi! [ For once, there's no irritation or admonishment to her tone. Just raw panic and sincere concern. ] Are you– you're not–?!
[ She's almost afraid to say it, as if voicing all the ways he could be hurt might suddenly make them real. ]