Fuchsia: Yeah? Well, f*ck him. You have my permission to piss him off, kill him, or even stomp on his stupid head all you want.
Older Trenton: At the very least, we're now aware of his presence. We'll be more cautious moving forward. *He held his hand out Pass the gun over. I'll give it to one of the adults.
*The brunet glanced at Trenton, then back at Pierce. He didn't object to the idea of her having a gun, but he also didn't object to the idea of her handing it over either. Those things still made him fairly unsettled.
*Fuchsia's older self returned his attention to Seok, biting back a smile. He was still hesitant to be relieved, but happy to see things were going much differently than before.
Older Fuchsia: "Hey. Hey, it's okay. Just breathe. You'll be alright."
*Trenton, however, was not fairing as well. Fuchsia was quick to notice him swaying, taking over to help remove Seok's torn and dirty shirt so the process of cleaning him up could begin. Meanwhile Trenton sat heavily on the floor before lying on his back, trying to stave off the dizziness he felt.
Older Fuchsia: Don't overdo it. I'll take bruised and battered over dead, it doesn't need to be perfect.
Trenton: But he isn't fully healed. *He looked at the cut on his arm, barely bleeding for lack of blood to give He needs to have his head examined.
Adam: Good thing we have another you then, huh?
*The doctor scoffed, running his fingers through the strands of his hair as he waited for Sang to return with the med kit.