[ He didn't even need to hear the answer to know that would be it. Of course Nam Soon has just as little of an idea what to do in this situation as he does. No matter how great of a fighter he might have been in the past and probably still is somewhere deep down, this isn't something that can be tackled with brawn. Nor with brains, really. It's just a matter of outrunning that thing before it can outrun you, and it just happens that the one thing needed for survival here is Heung Soo's weak spot. Which means there's all reason and possibility for Nam Soon to be fine by himself instead, but--
.. but.. of course he isn't agreeing, he isn't moving one inch on any of this, and Heung Soo knows that he won't be able to convince his best friend. Not with that reaction, that sheer determination running through Nam Soon's body that he can feel even just from gripping the fabric of his clothing.
They don't have much time here anyway. Sooner or later that thing will go on moving throughout the area, and it if finds them here, trapped into a corner -- well, then their chances are going to be even less good, as far as that's still possible.
Slowly he releases his grip on the other, moving the hand back to his side, tightly held into a fist until his knuckles are practically white from the force applied to them. ]
Don't do anything stupid. [ Despite the situation, despite the fear and anger and desperation, his words almost seem carefully chosen all the same. As if they convey a meaning that can easily be understood - between the two of them, at least. ]
.. Or I'll do something stupid too.
[ Distracting it he can accept up to a certain level, but if Nam Soon will put him in any position where it's obvious he's just practically asking to get killed, then Heung Soo is going to follow him into it instead of leaving the person most important to him there to just die - even if he'd have to drag himself across the ground for it, really.
Letting himself be dragged into shit by Nam Soon is what he's practically been doing all his life, why quit when there's actually something important at stake?
But with that, he does at least turn and walk like Nam Soon said. Not quickly yet though, while they're not close to that monster again - he's saving his leg for that, of course. ]
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.. but.. of course he isn't agreeing, he isn't moving one inch on any of this, and Heung Soo knows that he won't be able to convince his best friend. Not with that reaction, that sheer determination running through Nam Soon's body that he can feel even just from gripping the fabric of his clothing.
They don't have much time here anyway. Sooner or later that thing will go on moving throughout the area, and it if finds them here, trapped into a corner -- well, then their chances are going to be even less good, as far as that's still possible.
Slowly he releases his grip on the other, moving the hand back to his side, tightly held into a fist until his knuckles are practically white from the force applied to them. ]
Don't do anything stupid. [ Despite the situation, despite the fear and anger and desperation, his words almost seem carefully chosen all the same. As if they convey a meaning that can easily be understood - between the two of them, at least. ]
.. Or I'll do something stupid too.
[ Distracting it he can accept up to a certain level, but if Nam Soon will put him in any position where it's obvious he's just practically asking to get killed, then Heung Soo is going to follow him into it instead of leaving the person most important to him there to just die - even if he'd have to drag himself across the ground for it, really.
Letting himself be dragged into shit by Nam Soon is what he's practically been doing all his life, why quit when there's actually something important at stake?
But with that, he does at least turn and walk like Nam Soon said. Not quickly yet though, while they're not close to that monster again - he's saving his leg for that, of course. ]