"<span style="color: purple">Still,</span>" Loretta advised Darion, "<span style="color: purple">you may wanna watch it a bit on the stunts, Darion. You kinda need those legs if you don't want to end up back in the car with me for the rest of your life.</span>"<br/><br/>When she was certain that he would recover well enough, Loretta then turned back to Fanya, listening to her words. "<span style="color: purple">Bullshit,</span>" she answered to Fanya's self-accusations. "<span style="color: purple">Total <i>bullshit</i>. We're the ones who decided to follow through with you on this in the first place. Anyone could have backed out before they got too deep, and we're here because of what <i>we</i> chose. Don't start hating yourself over anything, now.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Besides,</span>" she continued, "<span style="color: purple"><i>we</i> should be protecting <i>you</i>. If we can't even do that right, at least we can get someone to fix you up. Hey, Simon! Get a stimpak and a bit of needle and thread, eh? Fanya needs a patch! C'mere and work your magic!</span>"<br/><br/>She then turned back down to Fanya, her face looking darkened, though her eyes glistened with a bit of wetness. She still couldn't cry; she hadn't been able to for about forty years. It still didn't change her attitude towards the mere thought of Fanya dying on them. "<span style="color: purple">If you so much as <i>think</i> of dying, I swear I'll make you wish you actually did,</span>" she emptily threatened after kneeling back down again and taking hold of one of Fanya's hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>