[ He grabs Akira's arm, shaking his head vigorously. Not to answer his question, but as an effort to dissuade him from running off—there's no fight left to go back to. It's just the Institute staff pumping the last of the poison out of the room, cleaning and scouring it for clues, traps, bodies (and fingernails slid out their beds, and skin left to yellow and cake wherever it's sloughed off, and too much else). Even though the thieves' chat is always his first contact, there's a reason he rang up Boxer instead. He doesn't need to go—he shouldn't. ]
Everyone's been freed.
[ One way or another, anyhow. He grabs a fistful of Akira's sleeve as he sucks in a sharp, bracing breath and wobbles to his feet, vision fading white for just a moment before he finds his balance. It looks worse than it is—but it's still pretty bad. He should probably listen and do something about it, but he hadn't been staggering anywhere in particular before Akira showed up. Just venting out wherever, aimless as steam from a kettle now that the rescue's over and done with. Quietly, ]
—I don't know this space very well.
[ Also, he can barely see. But mostly, he's lost. Hopefully, Akira gets the point, because he's not feeling much like elaborating right now. ]
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Everyone's been freed.
[ One way or another, anyhow. He grabs a fistful of Akira's sleeve as he sucks in a sharp, bracing breath and wobbles to his feet, vision fading white for just a moment before he finds his balance. It looks worse than it is—but it's still pretty bad. He should probably listen and do something about it, but he hadn't been staggering anywhere in particular before Akira showed up. Just venting out wherever, aimless as steam from a kettle now that the rescue's over and done with. Quietly, ]
—I don't know this space very well.
[ Also, he can barely see. But mostly, he's lost. Hopefully, Akira gets the point, because he's not feeling much like elaborating right now. ]