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Something crashes in the library. It’s loud, a cacophony of things falling, breaking, but Briar pays it no heed. Free of his assailant’s weight, he heaves himself onto his elbows and starts to drag his body towards Sparrow one aching centimeter at a time. A yowl splits the air, inhuman, and Briar doesn’t grant that his attention either. He closes the space between them to where Sparrow is curled in on himself, arms clutching his stomach and knees pulled to his chest, wide-eyed. Briar crawls as much over top of him as he can, head on Sparrow’s shoulder, torso covering his hitching sides as he weakly breathes, a hand on his back.

Korn doesn’t call out to him till his feet hit the first brushes of the tide, and Intouch doesn’t pay him any mind. He's knee deep by the time Korn’s caught up, splashing after him with the sort of urgency Intouch had once longed for, but now can only watch with his heart heavy in his chest. "Don't you dare," he warns, hating how obviously, wetly, the words hitch, "come for me now. Don't you dare. You had thirty years, Korn."

Blaster fire abruptly brightens the scene. It comes from offscreen and hits the console just over the Gigye's head, a warning shot, and Jisoo doesn't even flinch. He sits up slightly from where he’s kneeled and pinning Yue to the floor, but his hold on the man beneath him doesn't relinquish in the slightest. His smile is perfectly plastered in place when he utters a disturbingly amicable, "Oh. Hello, Captain."