The words are a blessed relief to the despair that had begun creeping into Alfred's heart and for a moment the image of Oswald blurs as Alfred's eyes fill with tears. He feared he would be forgotten but in the end his loyalty to Oswald has been proven to be the right choice because here and in the flesh was his Master. Seeing him standing there, fresh blood on his face from the man he killed helps give Alfred the strength he thought he lost hours ago and when Lee moves towards him to help he holds up a hand, halting her. He knows she means to try and treat his wounds but they are the least of his worries and he motions to the chain that is set tight around it, the metal digging into his skin.]
Get this bloody thing off me.
[Lee's eyes flicker from Alfred to Oswald and when he nods she hurries over to Jorge's corpse, digging into his pockets until she finds the keys to Alfred's chain. It takes what feels like ages, her fingers slippery with blood but finally the chain is unlocked and removed and Alfred pulls in a long, ragged breath.]
We should go. [Lee hisses, casting her gaze upwards to where voices are now being raised.]
No.
[Slowly Alfred forces his legs under himself and with a great effort he rises up off the ground, his chest heaving and his eyes angry.]
Not until I get back what I found.
[His voice is hard and cold and he takes a shambling step to the fireplace and grabs the poker they used on him earlier.]
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The words are a blessed relief to the despair that had begun creeping into Alfred's heart and for a moment the image of Oswald blurs as Alfred's eyes fill with tears. He feared he would be forgotten but in the end his loyalty to Oswald has been proven to be the right choice because here and in the flesh was his Master. Seeing him standing there, fresh blood on his face from the man he killed helps give Alfred the strength he thought he lost hours ago and when Lee moves towards him to help he holds up a hand, halting her. He knows she means to try and treat his wounds but they are the least of his worries and he motions to the chain that is set tight around it, the metal digging into his skin.]
Get this bloody thing off me.
[Lee's eyes flicker from Alfred to Oswald and when he nods she hurries over to Jorge's corpse, digging into his pockets until she finds the keys to Alfred's chain. It takes what feels like ages, her fingers slippery with blood but finally the chain is unlocked and removed and Alfred pulls in a long, ragged breath.]
We should go. [Lee hisses, casting her gaze upwards to where voices are now being raised.]
No.
[Slowly Alfred forces his legs under himself and with a great effort he rises up off the ground, his chest heaving and his eyes angry.]
Not until I get back what I found.
[His voice is hard and cold and he takes a shambling step to the fireplace and grabs the poker they used on him earlier.]
And not until I pay them back for what they did.