[He looks at the ground, quiet at that. He was right. Pao-lin wasn't gone, and he knew he had to help her. There was no question or doubt to that; if he thought he was to blame, she would carry the same deep-rooted hate for her actions. Heroes had to look out for each other, even if neither felt at all like a hero.

He swallows hard, still quivering in the rain, cold but unaware that he's cold.]

... You found us, right? [He stares at nothing, really, as he talks.] I could hear bits and pieces... in the clinic. I was trying to wake up, but...

[a breath]

'Kept hearing my voice and wondered why I was talking.