[Lucia is exhausted, but she's here, alive... for now. If the Shogunate side loses this war, that won't hold. After all, any survivors - especially those who held important positions - will surely end up executed by the Imperial government.]
"Both. The paths to the mainland have been blocked. The general's page was the last one to make it through... We won't be getting past the boats, either. But if we had enough power... Then it's possible we could break through their barrier."
[Her expression is grim, but there's a little hope in it that hasn't been extinguished yet.
Meteion zooms to Nurse Joy Bass, and he's definitely looking like he's seen better days! Phew. He probably hasn't slept for a while, given the state of this base, and his clothing is covered in blood and gore. They're short on hands and need all the help they can get at all hours, to ensure as few lives are lost as possible.]
"Yeah..." [He lies, like a liar, looking over toward Clarte.] "Just tired. Clarte's doing pretty bad, though. I don't know if they're gonna pull through this one."
[He says it with the deep sort of exhaustion that implies he's already seen far, far too many losses for one more to do anything just yet. The shell-shock of battle is heavy in the air.
Clarte seems to be alive, but is indeed in very bad shape. From where she is, she'll be able to see that they're wrapped in bandages, though most of the bandages around the left side of their ribcage is soaked through with blood. Their complexion is almost an ashy color, and they stare up at the ceiling in an almost unseeing way.]
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"Both. The paths to the mainland have been blocked. The general's page was the last one to make it through... We won't be getting past the boats, either. But if we had enough power... Then it's possible we could break through their barrier."
[Her expression is grim, but there's a little hope in it that hasn't been extinguished yet.
Meteion zooms to Nurse
JoyBass, and he's definitely looking like he's seen better days! Phew. He probably hasn't slept for a while, given the state of this base, and his clothing is covered in blood and gore. They're short on hands and need all the help they can get at all hours, to ensure as few lives are lost as possible.]"Yeah..." [He lies, like a liar, looking over toward Clarte.] "Just tired. Clarte's doing pretty bad, though. I don't know if they're gonna pull through this one."
[He says it with the deep sort of exhaustion that implies he's already seen far, far too many losses for one more to do anything just yet. The shell-shock of battle is heavy in the air.
Clarte seems to be alive, but is indeed in very bad shape. From where she is, she'll be able to see that they're wrapped in bandages, though most of the bandages around the left side of their ribcage is soaked through with blood. Their complexion is almost an ashy color, and they stare up at the ceiling in an almost unseeing way.]