He spots the Teal trail first. It just about makes his pusher stop alone. Only one bleeds that color here. He wonders who did it, but it doesn't matter. All what matters is that he finds her, and that by some miracle she's still alive.

Oh Mirth, please still be alive. She could make this. She could survive this. She didn't have to die, for once, neither of them had to.

Then he sees her, struggling there, and it tears out his pusher the rest of the fucking way. She's still moving. And it's killing her.

He's by her side in a second, running up and kneeling down. He puts a hand on her shoulder, then her hand, just to get her to stop and look up at him.

"LET ME," He says. "Let me take on care of the rest all of this."