[ He glances back when Hanbei switches his place, but they both know the destination so he doesn't question it. Instead Red takes in more of the sight of the bustle, of how it's somehow changed even when people before had been concerned about their comrades that had been taken.
It tightens at his chest. ]
Sure. [ Is the answer he brushes off the first comment with, not taking it seriously. And for after the part about the tents- ] Do you think Charizard will be okay? He stops bleeding quickly... the nurses and doctors here will be busy, won't they.
[ Something tells him as well there aren't machines to tend to a pokémon. There are his own hands, holding the bottle now by the ends of his fingers, but they only got scraped, slight burns from the heat of arrows that were out upon reaching Charizard.
They still tinge at the sides of his hands like any burn would, but he keeps that to himself. Something also tells him there's going to be worse off people. ]
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It tightens at his chest. ]
Sure. [ Is the answer he brushes off the first comment with, not taking it seriously. And for after the part about the tents- ] Do you think Charizard will be okay? He stops bleeding quickly... the nurses and doctors here will be busy, won't they.
[ Something tells him as well there aren't machines to tend to a pokémon. There are his own hands, holding the bottle now by the ends of his fingers, but they only got scraped, slight burns from the heat of arrows that were out upon reaching Charizard.
They still tinge at the sides of his hands like any burn would, but he keeps that to himself. Something also tells him there's going to be worse off people. ]