[It takes Kunsel a moment to readjust his own packs, then another to get a good grip on Zack before hauling him up with an arm hooked around Kunsel's neck. He grimaces to himself, thinking of the days when he could have easily carried Zack's weight on his shoulder, but there's really no use wishing for enhancements he's not likely to get back anytime soon. For now, he'll settle with his own arm wrapped around Zack's waist, grateful for the lack of snowdrifts on the ground to catch his feet as he half-carries, half-drags his unconscious friend.
Shiva, he's burning up. I can feel him even with gloves on!]
Let's worry about "should haves" after we're safe.
[Even with the post office rising up out of the dark, Kunsel's heart races with the knowledge that any second could be too late, that a single second had been all the difference it took for Tadashi-
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Shiva, he's burning up. I can feel him even with gloves on!]
Let's worry about "should haves" after we're safe.
[Even with the post office rising up out of the dark, Kunsel's heart races with the knowledge that any second could be too late, that a single second had been all the difference it took for Tadashi-
He forcibly cuts that thought off.]