[ amon starts walking towards her slowly, stumbling forward as he reverts to yuri mid-gait. there's a dripping trail of blood behind him from various wounds as he comes to a stop in front of the catwalk. he's also breathing hard from the exertion, and trying to ignore the burning pain in his chest the mistletoe curse causes after prolonged use of his fusions.
he doesnt like to admit it
is she dead? hey. girlie. wake up. ]