[ Dimitri acquiesces, and that’s a small weight off Ashe’s shoulders in the midst of this mess. It does nothing for the weight sitting heavy in his chest, the sight of Sylvain’s slack and lifeless gaze burned into his memory, but it’s a start.
He exchanges a quick glance with Dedue, who is as hard to read as ever, but he gives Ashe a nod – a silent reassurance that he and Felix will be able to handle things here. Ashe nods back, the motion small and quick, before he’s darting off around ruined furniture to follow his leader. He skirts around Dimitri to take point on their way out, sparing only the slightest glance at the corpse Felix left splayed behind the bar.
They don’t know where the rest of their assailants went, but it seems none of them are lying in wait out back. Their vehicles seem untouched as well, but Ashe still gives the car he means to take a once over before opening the door to allow Dimitri inside, and sliding into the driver’s seat himself.
The quiet settles over the interior like a physical thing, tense and heavy. Ashe’s grip on the steering wheel goes white-knuckled, even as he eases them away from the ruined restaurant and out into the street. ]
Boss… I— I’m sorry. If I’d been just a little faster, then maybe…
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He exchanges a quick glance with Dedue, who is as hard to read as ever, but he gives Ashe a nod – a silent reassurance that he and Felix will be able to handle things here. Ashe nods back, the motion small and quick, before he’s darting off around ruined furniture to follow his leader. He skirts around Dimitri to take point on their way out, sparing only the slightest glance at the corpse Felix left splayed behind the bar.
They don’t know where the rest of their assailants went, but it seems none of them are lying in wait out back. Their vehicles seem untouched as well, but Ashe still gives the car he means to take a once over before opening the door to allow Dimitri inside, and sliding into the driver’s seat himself.
The quiet settles over the interior like a physical thing, tense and heavy. Ashe’s grip on the steering wheel goes white-knuckled, even as he eases them away from the ruined restaurant and out into the street. ]
Boss… I— I’m sorry. If I’d been just a little faster, then maybe…