[BlueInTheShell]

Shaldag casted a tired, glazed over eye at Ashi, when she made herself seen and uttered a pained, agonized sigh, before continuing to trudge forward, Hyun keeping an eye on the man as she reached into her jacket and pulled out a small set of syringes. Mostly drugs and painkillers, the Chuzizian plunging needle after needle into Shaldag, and then producing a bag of Chellix and smearing it in the Ogrunu's face. It seemed to be working to at least keep him going, and Hyun snapped her head towards Ashi; magenta eyes narrowed. "He wants to be a big, bag warlord right now and walk on his own. I know him. Like a goddamned brother." She hissed, moving over to Ashi and pulling her back into a bridal carry - Hyun grunting and making a comment in her native tongue.

The drugs kicking in, and stumbling and slow steps became a bit more quicker and precise; Shaldag still trying to move as fast as he could and keep an eye on the group. Shaldag wheezed with each step, reaching up for what should have been his breather mask, only to feel teeth and a hanging jaw; An eye going wide as he started to sense his own damage. At least the next turn they made showed the neon lights of the city. They had managed to make it into the back alleys of Hyun's club.

"Holy fuck. We did it." Hyun gasped, taking in the scent of fresh(ish) air and looking back towards the sewers, the Chuzizian shuddering for a moment and heading in the direction of the hangar where she had left the rest of then. "If they've taken off, we're kinda fucked. Just saying." Hyun said, frowning and flaring her nasal slits. If that was the case, she'd probably just put both Shaldag and Ashi out of their misery. She loved them, but they couldn't make it far in that condition. It was an act of mercy and she knew it.

Shaldag had stopped while Hyun was talking and looked down at the sudden patch of softness he was standing on, cocking his head to the side and lifting a foot to see a small bundle of jostled, wrinkled clothing; Shaldag forcing himself to hunch over and reach out with his only hand to pick up a red bandana and tiny cowboy hat, the Ogrunu studying them before he put two and two together, liquid pooling near his good eye and dripping down a cheek. He wanted to scream. Lash out. But his broken body couldn't afford it.

Toka was gone. And he wasn't there to help her when she needed it. Or guide her into the warm tides of the ocean of afterlife...