'Dians, it's Romeo of all people, and Esteban has the horrible, horrible urge to just talk lightly, say nothing is wrong and cover the child's eyes from the chaos outside the fabric of the tent. Carry him off to safety, somewhere he won't be harmed by the rampage.
He has to shake the intention off. No, he can't do this. They need to work together-- get as many of the VoidTreckers up and aware as soon as possible-- and he can't do that if he's struggling to shelter him at the same time.
But he can be calm. He drops to a knee to be level with him, ready to move, but closer to Romeo's height.
"Refugees 're attackin'." His tone is softer, struggles to pass through the pain at his throat, but he'll be damned if he lets that raise his voice again. "I need y' to wake 's many people 's you can."
But he won't let him go just like that. "Come back an' check with me whenev'r y' get someone. An' if there's any danger, y' can shout an' I'll be right there, okay?" He hates, hates that he's letting the kid go under these circumstances, it raises his hackles and pinches at the skin down his spine. But he can't-- they have to work together. Have to get as many people as they can.
"C'mon." He'll stick close as much as possible at least. They'll split up at the tents to wake the people inside, but stay within reach of each other. It's as much distance as he is willing to give, offering his hand as he stands back up. Hopefully this way, they'll get a group up and aware before too many refugees spot them.
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He has to shake the intention off. No, he can't do this. They need to work together-- get as many of the VoidTreckers up and aware as soon as possible-- and he can't do that if he's struggling to shelter him at the same time.
But he can be calm. He drops to a knee to be level with him, ready to move, but closer to Romeo's height.
"Refugees 're attackin'." His tone is softer, struggles to pass through the pain at his throat, but he'll be damned if he lets that raise his voice again. "I need y' to wake 's many people 's you can."
But he won't let him go just like that. "Come back an' check with me whenev'r y' get someone. An' if there's any danger, y' can shout an' I'll be right there, okay?" He hates, hates that he's letting the kid go under these circumstances, it raises his hackles and pinches at the skin down his spine. But he can't-- they have to work together. Have to get as many people as they can.
"C'mon." He'll stick close as much as possible at least. They'll split up at the tents to wake the people inside, but stay within reach of each other. It's as much distance as he is willing to give, offering his hand as he stands back up. Hopefully this way, they'll get a group up and aware before too many refugees spot them.