[She doesn't stop him from pulling back. She turns towards him, and when she sighs this time, it's shakier than she'd like it to be. Her breathing hitches for a brief moment as she looks down at the path of blood that leads to where they're standing, but she shakes her head slowly.]
I'm not going to do that.
[As ever, it's said in a tone that offers no room for argument or disagreement. She knows there's no point to trying to get him to the nearest house, not now, but she refuses to be the kind of person who leaves someone else to die alone. Still, her expression twists in sympathy when she hears the sound of his choked breathing. She continues after a moment's pause.]
I'm sorry.
[There's a variety of things she could be apologizing for, but she doesn't specify which it is. She's not certain she's decided which one it is.]
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I'm not going to do that.
[As ever, it's said in a tone that offers no room for argument or disagreement. She knows there's no point to trying to get him to the nearest house, not now, but she refuses to be the kind of person who leaves someone else to die alone. Still, her expression twists in sympathy when she hears the sound of his choked breathing. She continues after a moment's pause.]
I'm sorry.
[There's a variety of things she could be apologizing for, but she doesn't specify which it is. She's not certain she's decided which one it is.]