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Maybe some flowers were never meant for war. "We aren't all ivy, choking strong with fingers to grip stone, nor trillium rare- suited for simple shade and just-so soil, here and gone in a flash of a single season protected beneath the wide canopy of oaks where unicorn's wandered in days of imagination. "

"It is. We're not meant to do it alone. I'm proof of that- what happened. You need some rest. Honest rest, sleep. A team and allies that will protect the streets while you can rest and then you do the same while one of them does. Partners. If you let yourself get run down like this, Medea...we don't all get the luck of violence spiting itself....I think there are plenty scouts that die. "

He held her hand tight, and pulled her to stand near his side. The choice to return and enacting it was easier, tired in heart more than body for him, the other maybe for her. At least he hoped.

The arboreteum came into focus around them- Earth beneath their feet and Thraen the asteroid not even a shine in the sky above. "You will call me, anytime of day, if you find yourself in danger? Even just pushing the buttons so it turns on and can catch the sounds of what is happening. Even that much means a lot, in the darkest hour."

Knowing a friend can hear you, even if it is you dying. They'll hear and understand, and maybe be on their way. Can do something, either after the fact to see justice done, or to see your body given proper respect. Not all lost.

Since he had his phone out, he held it down where she could see the screen, menu and buttons. "Here, then here and here. This creates a new entry. This button to scan. I'm going to stand back and scan you in my phone. Then you can look at the entry. Then you can scan me into your phone."

"We are all stong, Medea. I'm no stronger than you. " But watching how she moved, he worried. Unsuited for battle, but forced to it was no way to be, but duty left them no choice. "We work up to it. As bones broken heal stronger...just scarred. "

She probably wouldn't remember anything about the scans, as tired as she looked. She wouldn't be safe to get home. Not from Youma, not from regular muggers, not from policy picking her up as a terrorist. "I have a place safe. You don't need to tell me who you are or where you live. "

"Never mind about the phone for now. Come on. You need to sleep." He'd made that little camp out in the old nursing school-c**-storage building at the University. It had sleeping pad and sleeping bag, food, and water. How to get her there? His shoulder was still broken, but well wrapped...it would hurt, but if he kept the weight to his good arm and she had enough to help. "Put your arms around my neck and hold on. Come on."

He tried to lift her, scooping at her back and legs bridal-style.