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[honededge]

[Talon recoils from the touch for a moment, alarmed by the feeling. Alarmed, but not particularly repulsed. He's felt magic before, wielded it. This particular brand of it, not so much, but he can't be picky about who or what saves his life. This creature is not harmful - to him. And that is what matters.]

[He catches on to the question easily enough. His breath hitches a little, a sound that is actually audible through the breathing filter. How many? Too many. Too many now, too many then, too many always.]

Th-three. Hate to say it but they're probably dead. [Or unconscious, and so lost to the inferno all the same.] We can't...we...th-they're...

[We can't stay here. He can't stay here. They're dead, or dying, and he can't face the smell of burning flesh again.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ They notice that recoiling, and so when they gesture again, they are careful not to touch him. They indicate his mask, and then point to themselves and shake their head. Attempting to communicate that they don't need it, that they can go where he cannot.

They brush ash from their shoulders, straightening up, and indicate three fingers. Counting them, several times.

The purpose of this little gesture is revealed when they begin to walk, fast - back towards the burning building. ]

[honededge]

[What in the world...]

[Uncomfortable sense of emptiness aside, Talon lunges after the little creature and clamps a hand on their shoulder. The rest of the teammates exchange nervous glances in between trying to revive their downed decker.]

W-whoa - unless you're immune to heat and fire, just the mask ain't gonna cut it, chummer.

[He won't let them die for strangers, not after they got him out of there. Something inside the building collapses and stokes a new rush of heat and smoke from the doorway. Talon shields his face from the light and licking flame. Sirens blare in the distance. They don't have a lot of time.]

I don't like it either, but we've gotta cut our losses.