[Everything happens so fast. It's only as the guard starts to fall that she hears anything at all, turning around with wide, frightened eyes trained on the man. It takes her several long beats for her mind to recognize him, and immediately tears start to form. One hand reaches up, gripping at his shirt, holding on for dear life, but still she doesn't answer him until finally a single word comes.]
Spike! [She practically shouts it for how strongly it's forced out. She swallows and shakes her head.] Not me. He's down there. They're cutting him open. Thomas, please!
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Spike! [She practically shouts it for how strongly it's forced out. She swallows and shakes her head.] Not me. He's down there. They're cutting him open. Thomas, please!