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After they hefted Haise free, she collapsed backward, with…with what was left of his body.
Urie waits for her to stand then, and she does, to be fair, attempt it. Her arms wrap around Haise’s torso, tight, finding little purchase until her fingers curl into the gapes in his chest. For a moment it looks like she can handle it; but then the ground beneath them squirms, and she stumbles, and staggers, and falls, hard. Haise’s head lands and lolls onto her lap, and she looks down at him.
Normally her hair curtains only half of her face, but her expression is covered fully, now. Urie looks down at her and she does not look back. She stoops. One finger, with a broken nail, lifts, to caress his face. Her hand is shaking. It leaves a streak muddy with blood and slimy, clotted kagune flesh.
The ground squirms, again, harder.
They have to go.
“I’ll take him,” Urie says finally. He says it like an order, just in case, but she doesn’t protest when he lifts haise from her, doesn’t say a thing when he searches and then procures a cloth. Without a word the two of them roll Haise into it, smoothing down the tendrils emerging from his body, packing him into a shape that is much lighter than any body should really be. Urie starts to bring the cloth over Haise’s face but she makes a noise, and he pauses, sparing her a moment even as the ground writhes threateningly.
Her hand reaches, again, for his face. This time, she only closes his eyes.