Nina hurries up to the campsite, expression worried. She sees Luo Binghe holding Shen Yuan in his arms and she's immediately flung back to the scene under Zentsbridge once again, leaping off the bottleboat, cradling Matthias in much the same way as he slid to the ground with a bullet wound in his chest--
No! Saints, no, this is not the same scene. The same thing is not happening to Shen Yuan. SecUnit had told her that he was dead, but -- but she hasn't confirmed it yet. Magnus is also here, she notes, though her gaze is focused on Shen Yuan and her dear friend as she rushes over to them. They're all powerful. Maybe one of them can do something... Her first reaction, honed by more than a decade of instinct, is to try to reach out and feel Shen Yuan's heart beat. If only she could feel it, she could boost it and heal his wounds, maybe-- but no, that's just a memory, a shadow of her abilities. Instead, the familiar black waters of grief and death surround her. She reaches into them to try and find some essence of Shen Yuan's spirit -- but she still feels nothing. Perhaps a faraway echo of something, but no hint of the familiar voice that she's heard in her mind so many times before.
Nina emerges from the cold and shivers, her throat dry. She swallows, then slides to the ground on the other side of Luo Binghe, just daring to touch his arm with her hand. "What happened?" She asks, voice tiny. She's not certain if he's able to answer at the moment but it's important to hear this from him first.
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No! Saints, no, this is not the same scene. The same thing is not happening to Shen Yuan. SecUnit had told her that he was dead, but -- but she hasn't confirmed it yet. Magnus is also here, she notes, though her gaze is focused on Shen Yuan and her dear friend as she rushes over to them. They're all powerful. Maybe one of them can do something... Her first reaction, honed by more than a decade of instinct, is to try to reach out and feel Shen Yuan's heart beat. If only she could feel it, she could boost it and heal his wounds, maybe-- but no, that's just a memory, a shadow of her abilities. Instead, the familiar black waters of grief and death surround her. She reaches into them to try and find some essence of Shen Yuan's spirit -- but she still feels nothing. Perhaps a faraway echo of something, but no hint of the familiar voice that she's heard in her mind so many times before.
Nina emerges from the cold and shivers, her throat dry. She swallows, then slides to the ground on the other side of Luo Binghe, just daring to touch his arm with her hand. "What happened?" She asks, voice tiny. She's not certain if he's able to answer at the moment but it's important to hear this from him first.