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Clerise's touch merely garnered a soft groan from the teen, but he didn't seem any kind of conscience.

Clerise replied with a grimace, fingers gently skimming over Otto's wounds.

"Most are minor," she replied, peeling down the torn cloth around his shoulder. "Here's most of it. Down to the tendon. Nothing vital."

She sighed in relief. No organs had been struck, but there was a good deal of blood all over him instead of its rightful place inside him. Otto was her spoilt brat out of anyone-- so while Clerise didn't spend as much time with him as she would've liked, he had a special place in her heart.

And now he was bleeding out on a field. Because of Rep.

It saddened her more than it pissed her off. It was like family rending itself to pieces. So instead of dwelling, Clerise just pressed down on the wound to stem the bleeding, applying pressure.

"I think we're okay. Do you have anything we can use to cover it up? Just until we hit the infirmary?"

Clerise nearly smacked her own forehead. Of course! "Duh, god. This is why you're the brains, whirligirl," she said, with a wry twist of her lips. With the proffered cloth, she pressed it to his most egregious of wounds, the fabric soaking through with red.

"I'm glad you came, too. I think it should hold. How do we want to carry him?"

She pulled the boy's upper body off the ground, just a moment. "Doesn't look like any real back injuries. I think we'll be okay if we carry him. Are spinal injuries even a thing to worry about? I don't ******** know how our healy s**t works except that it...does."

"Yeah. Even when I couldn't hear him, Balthazar kept my shield up and stopped me from falling apart."

She nodded as Sasha talked about Otto's weapon. Clerise had been so focused on the wound she hadn't clearly thought of the whole situation. It was a relief that Sasha had a good head on her shoulders. "Sounds like a plan." Clerise grabbed Otto's upper back, hoisting him upwards as the other Life hunter lifted him by the ankles.

"I can walk backwards-- just direct me."

{[ He's breathing, sheila. And nothing's broken. You're a worrisome ghoul, but he'll be fine. ]} Balthazar's voice soothed Clerise, a little, but he sounded about as sure as she felt: hopeful, but prepared for the worst.

Luckily, the infirmary wasn't too far away-- and hopefully, Sunny wouldn't decapitate them. b***h was scary.

Clerise let her body take over, her steps light, pace steady. She trusted Sasha to direct her-- it was in her nature. Despite everything, she trusted most of the other hunters here, for better or for worse.

She had trusted Rep not to blow any of their team-mates up. To not leave them bleeding on a field. Or, well. It was different, because it was Otto. Clerise had a feeling that the teen had no idea how devoted his girls were. She'd need to text Eva and Reine the news, so they could visit, if they were available.

Stepping to avoid the hole as directed, Clerise continued until they got to the infirmary, trying to figure out how to get in without dropping Otto. She opted to kick the door instead of knocking properly.

Clerise was reluctant to let Otto go, but purely for sentimental reasons. She gave his limp hand a squeeze before releasing him to the medical professionals that were attending to his injuries. SOP, as far as they were concerned, given their nonplussed looks.

She gave Sasha a careful look, humming as well. "When you say they, do you mean his boys or the superiors?" Clerise didn't know which one she blamed, either, if she blamed anyone at all. Clerise didn't know what happened, except the snippets on twitter.

Jordan had an even head on his shoulders, but he'd defended Rep when Rep had killed an old lady and turned on his team. Her stomach twisted at the thought-- it was something she didn't see or experience, and therefore tried to forget it happened.

She took out her phone, and tapped a quick twitter message before putting it away with a sigh.

Sasha brought up a good point. Did they want to change Rep? Harrison certainly didn't think Rep had to change, his twitter messages were clear in that regard. She didn't know him as well as Jordan-- but did he want Rep to be better, or simply appear as such? He seemed to have a good heart, in the right place and everything, but he was full of apologies and excuses. Would they hold up under scrutiny?

Clerise didn't want to inspect them with such a careful eye, lest she not like what lay beneath.

"Don't say that," she pleaded, quiet. "He's like my really ******** up, misguided little brother. I won't say he deserves redemption, but I think death is a pretty final option."

She went to a nearby sink, scalding herself with the heat of scorching hot water, scrubbing the blood off her hands, some of it coming off in flakes.

It hurt Clerise to hear it, and it hurt worse to know that Sasha was right.

"I know."

It hurt, and she hated being in between the two warring sides sides, locked into battle, firing at each other from afar.

Sasha was her sister. They shared a division, a trust, and friendship that ran deep. Two women against the world, and Clerise was so glad to see that she had emerged from her shell as something bright and fierce-- with an intensity that burned through the rest.

Rep was her brother. Their bond was harder to describe, but it was theirs-- an understanding, a respect. They understood each other, fundamentally, despite their differences. But...Rep had only just now, here on the island, realised what he wanted. He was wild and arrogant and brash and cruel, but there was more, under the surface.

"He's human," Clerise said, evenly, her shoulders sagging. "He's got flaws, and they're bad ones. But he's capable of remorse, regret, fear, sadness, love. I've seen most of it."

She dried her hands off, and pressed her face to the hand on her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. Clerise remembered one conversation she'd had with the Sun, in the bunker, about family.

"Can he change?" The redhead shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. It's up to him, not to anyone else. Punishment from above, goading, chiding, lectures, boyfriends, me-- none of that will matter unless he decides he wants to change."