[Right, his sense of smell always has been quite acute, as Natsuno had mentioned in the past himself. But, there wasn't even a glimpse had of anyone else in the hall when he arrived, it seems...not good. The culprit's still out there somewhere, now? Another possessed? --This looks like some sort of knife wound--
The thoughts are rushing at a mile a minute. Jade presses the folded gloves more firmly to Rita's neck, as crimson blooms through teal fabric, seeing and yet not seeing the blood at her lips and the utter lack of breath all at once--but Natsuno's words earn a sharp glance up, to where he is at the doorway.]
--The verdict will be certain if Tear cannot render any aid herself. But time is of the essence. [...Natsuno does sound strained. His expression is somber. Yet something nags, indistinct, at the very back of Jade's head. Something about...the lack of overt action, beyond the sending of a text. Which is perhaps a rather irrational thing to fixate on about now, tangled alongside a similarly irrational flicker of frustration to accompany it. When Jade had found Clarke Griffin bleeding out in 109 those weeks ago, Natsuno had been tense--speaking far more than normal--desperate to know what could be done and what ought to be done, to help--yet here...
...Granted, Clarke was not yet an entirely lost cause. And Jade knows, after all, that Natsuno is likely right in what he doesn't quite manage to say. There's little actual sensible fault, in such acceptance. Yet, far less sensibly, the fact that he's giving up already even despite the highly narrow chance of healing doing some good, is. Something, ever so slightly discordant. But.
Rita's body is still warm before him. Thoughts don't want to settle straight. Everything feels unsettled--ringing, persistent, is a sharp memory of how he'd once promised Flynn Scifo he'd never let this happen to Rita again, not under his own watch--not practically outside his own door--
Steady breathing. Focus--check for a pulse, even if there isn't one. Natsuno departing for Tear's cabin is registered from periphery, if he does go. (Surely he'll be cautious, alert and quick. Surely his steps might still have haste to them...do they?)]
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The thoughts are rushing at a mile a minute. Jade presses the folded gloves more firmly to Rita's neck, as crimson blooms through teal fabric, seeing and yet not seeing the blood at her lips and the utter lack of breath all at once--but Natsuno's words earn a sharp glance up, to where he is at the doorway.]
--The verdict will be certain if Tear cannot render any aid herself. But time is of the essence. [...Natsuno does sound strained. His expression is somber. Yet something nags, indistinct, at the very back of Jade's head. Something about...the lack of overt action, beyond the sending of a text. Which is perhaps a rather irrational thing to fixate on about now, tangled alongside a similarly irrational flicker of frustration to accompany it. When Jade had found Clarke Griffin bleeding out in 109 those weeks ago, Natsuno had been tense--speaking far more than normal--desperate to know what could be done and what ought to be done, to help--yet here...
...Granted, Clarke was not yet an entirely lost cause. And Jade knows, after all, that Natsuno is likely right in what he doesn't quite manage to say. There's little actual sensible fault, in such acceptance. Yet, far less sensibly, the fact that he's giving up already even despite the highly narrow chance of healing doing some good, is. Something, ever so slightly discordant. But.
Rita's body is still warm before him. Thoughts don't want to settle straight. Everything feels unsettled--ringing, persistent, is a sharp memory of how he'd once promised Flynn Scifo he'd never let this happen to Rita again, not under his own watch--not practically outside his own door--
Steady breathing. Focus--check for a pulse, even if there isn't one. Natsuno departing for Tear's cabin is registered from periphery, if he does go. (Surely he'll be cautious, alert and quick. Surely his steps might still have haste to them...do they?)]