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{Z12 is entering from boss fight, and is now in hiding}

He ran, he just ran. Tears mixed with sweat, as Zeta 12 broke down. He'd watched them die! Two people! And his so called comrades did it to them. He hadn't helped. He was useless! A pathetic excuse for a human being!

He finally stopped, let himself drop and sit in the sand. The fog was so thick here, maybe he could hide for a bit? To at least gather his senses. And...

Z12 pulled off his bag, seething at the feeling of his wounds. He had barely thought about his injuries, having had thoughts more pressing, such as not being killed. He removed the first aid kit, and began to mend his wounds as best as he could.
The blissful solitude of being alone, away from the chaos of battle, was just what he needed.

{Z12 used his First Aid kit for the first time}

Z12 quietly mended himself, calming down, gaining his rationale back. Soon enough, he had company. Lucky for him, it was Z2, the person who had stopped him from going over the edge. He turned his head to regard him, pausing in his mending for that moment before turning back. He chuckled in return, a slight grin on his face. "Guess so, huh? Easy to run fast after facing death, literally." His voice was a bit raw, but otherwise he sounded a bit better.
"What now indeed.. I guess just chill for a little bit... once we've had a breather, maybe we should head back to camp?" He looked back to Z2, smiling under his mask. "I'm okay. I'll be just fine." He looked down at his suit, wondering how badly his skin must have looked underneath it. Would he be alright? "What about you? Did you get hurt?"

Z12 set his kit down into has bag when he was through with it, and listened carefully to Z2 as he spoke. His speech brought him comfort. There was still humanity in this place between the two of them, and the traces of his sanity he had managed to keep hold of was growing back.
"I need to thank you." He said after a moment, leaning back on his hands. "If you hadn't said anything, I would have lost it."

An alliance, a partnership. "That sounds like a great idea. Shake on it?" He held out his gloved hand to Z2. "Partners."

Z12 nodded solemnly, trying to remember the two fallen members of the ill fate AZ Squad. Could they have done anything for them? Maybe, but hindsight did little to change it all. Z2 spoke words of wisdom, that was for sure. The boy even had Z12's personality down to a fine art. He knew him better than he knew himself! His mouth was agape under the mask, amazed at the knowledge and wisdom he had about him, and the whole situation. "You might be right." He said with a chuckle. "I honestly don't think I could hurt a fly. Out there, I was just waiting for someone else to start something with me. I thought my lack of action was something cowardly. But.. what you say makes me feel better about it." He felt bashful, the way his new partner talked about him. "You're a really good person, I gotta say. Honest too."

"Wow, that's quite a good head you got on you. Understood, boss." He said with a chuckle and a nod. "You seem to be the man with a plan. At least one of us has one." Z2 really knew what he was doing, or at least it seemed that way. Z12 felt confident that they could make it together, or at least stay sane longer together.

"I bet you were someone great. If not, doesn't matter. You're damn well a good guy in my eyes." So far, Z2 said nothing but kind hearted things. Logical, yes, but all the same, the things he said were idealistic in a way he could follow.

He pondered Z2's questions for a moment, before speaking again. "It'd be nice to get our memories back, but more than that, I just want off this island." He turned to regard Z2 as he continued to pour his little heart out. It was endearing, and also a little embarrassing, to hear such things. Z12 lowered his gaze, taking in what he said for a bit. How to answer? Z12 wasn't certain of much here, so it was difficult to form words for what he felt about his situation.
"I don't really now what will happen if... when we get out of here. I'd like to think we'll remember each other." He answered softly, staring back out to the infinitely thick fog.

Z12's head turned down at the hand being clasped, then back to Z2. His face twisted sadly, and gripped his partner's hand to reassure him. "Let's not think that way. I won't allow anything to happen to you. I'm making you that promise." He was a nice person, and neither of them wanted to kill. Especially now that they had a bond. "So don't worry. After all of this is over, me and you will go and party, or something. To celebrate."

The moment of peace was brought to a sudden halt. He felt something ping off of him. Barely hurt, but something was there. "Ow!" He whipped his head around to see some strange shadow creature. That thing attacked him? What was it?

"Looks like we havn't hidden ourselves well enough." He said strongly, standing and pulling his dagger from his bag. "I'll get rid of this thing, then I say we get out of this fog."

Z12 launched himself at the strange creature, and attacked with his dagger.

((
Z12 Hp = 29HP
Shadow imp... thing: 3 - 2 = 1HP
))

"It's like a fly!" Z12 commented, wincing at the swipe of the small little shadow imp. He disregarded that, glad he wasn't dealing with something... worse. Like.. 20 foot pony from Hell worse. He took another swing at the thing with his dagger, eager to get out of this place.

((
Z12 HP: 28 HP
Impy McImp Face: 1 - 3 = -2HP
))

Good. It was gone. Whatever it was...

"Z2? This place isn't safe. Let's keep moving." He moved toward Z2, offering a hand if he hadn't gotten himself up yet. He was counting his lucky stars it wasn't something he couldn't handle, and he was not a gambling man. In his opinion, the more they moved, the better off they would be.

Hopefully, they would make it through this..