Orson felt sick at the sight of her blood - it made her feel queasy, and the rage threatened to overcome him again. Though he knew it would do no good, he needed to get her back to safety. Abruptly, he felt his eyes begin to water, some of the tears dropping onto her face. Though he wasn't sobbing, the rest of his face was hard, determined - and angry.
"God damnit, this is my fault..." He murmered.
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