[ For a while, there was nothing but darkness, and the smell of burned flesh and cloth and earth. She couldn't move a muscle. She couldn't even open her eyes. Meiling wanted nothing more than to take hold of the ground, to push herself upright, to get back into the fight.
Was the fight over? Did she lose? Is that... it?
Who is that calling? I'm here! I'm right here!! Hello!?
No sounds made it into the air, and the flexing of her fingers became a desperate fight to just do something. Anything. Move! ]
--dre? [ It's Flandre. That can only be Flandre calling her like that. But what's with that tone? ]
[ No. No no no NO. She should not be here. She should be at school! She should be safe and waiting for her and not here where this was happening. Come on, Meiling. GET. UP.
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Was the fight over? Did she lose? Is that... it?
Who is that calling?
I'm here!
I'm right here!!
Hello!?
No sounds made it into the air, and the flexing of her fingers became a desperate fight to just do something. Anything. Move! ]
--dre? [ It's Flandre. That can only be Flandre calling her like that. But what's with that tone? ]
[ No. No no no NO. She should not be here. She should be at school! She should be safe and waiting for her and not here where this was happening. Come on, Meiling. GET. UP.
She coughed. ] --n.