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[mnt_raph]

*As far as Raph is concerned, there is nothing else in the world but Melaka Fray. No door. No lake. No cold biting his flesh. Nothing but her.

He hates her.
And tonight, he will end her if he can.

Raphael flies through the air, still at the mercy of momentum. Training has taught him what he needs to do. Reflex allows him to do it. He turns in such a way as to land in a crouch, already poised to spring into action. Light flashes as he retrieves his sai from his utility belt.

He growls.*

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[mnt_raph]

*She's leaving. Good.
she's leaving.....not good.
No, not good at all. She...she's hurt and he's the one that hurt her.
She's going back to the bar.
They'll...they'll see.
They'll know.
...*

wait...please. please just wait.

*While his eyes remain on the ground, his hand reaches out for her.*

[slayer_fray]

She shies away from his hand, - Don't touch me. Don't set it off again - but she does stop moving.

"I hafta fix up my foot," she points out.

[mnt_raph]

won' it...like...fix itself?

*He's so desperate to hide.*

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah," she admits. "But I can still get infected, y'know? An' don't you wanna go look after your leg...?"

She just wants to get out. Get back. Get as far away from him as possible.

[mnt_raph]

....

no.

*He pulls his hand back, as if he'd been struck.*

[slayer_fray]

"Y'should, though," she points out, and there's a pause.

"What d'you reckon happens now?"

[mnt_raph]

*The answer is so simple, he can't give it voice. Instead, his breath catches in a rather audible sort of way.
they'll know. they'll know what i did.*

[slayer_fray]

She can't go to him. Can't comfort him. Can't say anything to make it better, because it's him and she's her and what the rut just happened?

Her foot twitches, but she resists the urge to take another step. She doesn't even know which way it was twitching.

"I'll, uh, I'll use the balcony."

[mnt_raph]

*He nods.
There should be more than that. He should be thankful for even that. After what's happened. After what he did. It's a small mercy he knows he'll never truly be able to repay.

His lower lip trembles as he brings the heel of his good hand up to wipe at his eyes, an action that only serves to smear more blood across his face. It's not a lot, but it's just enough. Raph begins to pull himself together. His posture shifts and twitches.*

yeah...good....Fine.

[slayer_fray]

She's almost grateful that he's withdrawing. She can't handle him in pieces. She can't talk to him. Can't look at him.

She almost killed him.

"Yeah," she says, taking another step towards the bar. "I'll... uh...

"...take care'a that leg, all right?"

[mnt_raph]

What're you, my mother? Go. Just...get outta here.

[slayer_fray]

"Right."

That's better.

Mel stashes her scythe, swivels on her good foot and walks over to the bar, deliberately not limping.

Crouching on that same good foot, she leaps from a standing start and grabs a hold of her balcony floor, pulling herself over.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph isn't looking forward to the climb up the back wall to the roof,...but it has to be done before he passes out from blood loss, which will happen soon if he doesn't start moving now.

It takes some time, but he moves and climbs and then, like any good ninja, hides.*