Things were going from bad to worse over there—one of the men, the gangsters or whatever they were, had shot one of the others. Just like that, like it was nothing, like that was something you could do on a whim and take back later if you regretted it, all casual and not even thinking and that was how Hanna usually waltzed through life, wasn’t it? Like nothing really mattered and nothing could ever leave a permanent mark on his life so he shouldn’t worry about it. So stupid, so completely idiotic and naive and—but he made the most of it and that was what mattered right?
(Until people start dying.)
He was jolted out of the abusive reverie by the warmth starting to return to Lynne’s body, heavy in his arms. She was—was really coming back, she really—she rustled and murmured something and her eyes started to flutter a little like she was waking up and then her hand tightened on the gun—and raised it—and shot.
Hanna flinched, but it didn’t matter if she’d shot because she was alive and she was awake and she was gonna be okay, they were all gonna be okay. No matter what happened.
“I’m really sorry you both had to see that…”
“Nonono Lynnie you so don’t have to apologize I mean you DIED, that’s not—th-that’s so not anything you have to—to, um…”
Oh god, now his eyes were getting all hot and wet and scratchy and his nose felt all weird. Like. Metallic, or something. No. Pull yourself together, Hanna, she’s ALIVE.
STOP IT. STOP FREAKING OUT.
Lynne wrapped her arms around the both of them, even though they were all still in danger, and Hanna clutched back at her. And Lightning, too. They had to stick together and they had to survive and they were totally gonna get through this and everything was gonna be fine.
“There’s some kinda mechanism the scientists set up I think, to um. To help us if stuff like this happens. So you’re… OKAY now, right? Or, you’re—you’re alive. But I don’t—I mean, ARE you okay? Cause I mean something like that, it’s gotta have some kind of side effects, right?”
Everything was still all terribly confusing, the sheer gravity of the situation making the red-head’s head feel like it was aching at this point: but her friends were still there safe, so everything would be alright now, right? Ugh, she still wanted to know how this had happened and why everything had to seem so confusing to begin with, though… she knew that technically coming back to the world of the living without Sissel being involved was something very odd indeed and the fact her friends had been so close, so close to danger and she hadn’t been able to do anything at all made her more than a little frustrated.
This frustration added to her current headache regarding the confusion of the matter did not help at all, despite she being glad she was alive again, and thus when Lightning revealed that nobody could ‘die’ in this city - not really - the fiesty redhead groaned, saying:
“Well, why didn’t you say that before? Gosh, I was terrified when I got shot a few moments ago, I didn’t think I’d be able to come back and help you unless Sissel got involved, it would have been a real help to know that if I did get shot everything would still be fine beforehand!”
Though she was calling Lightning out on the information she’d ‘held back’ until now - mainly to get rid of her frustration, the tone wasn’t ‘angry’ - just exasperated more than anything. Gods knew how Hanna had taken her being shot and whatever had followed after that, so if he’d known she’d come back, things would have become easier for him to deal with as well as Lynne herself, geez! Shaking her head a little bit at it all aside, Hanna then spoke up, voice clearly shaky as he said that she didn’t have to apologize for anything - before explaining the situation himself, then asking if there were any side affects.
“Side affects? Hm. I feel okay right now, I guess. But thank you for asking - and for picking me up to safety, Hanna Banana!”
Leaning in and trying to wipe some of the blood from Hanna’s face in a caring sort of manner, she then moved again, attempting to stand up, but it seemed she spoke too soon - the terrible headache intenfifying as she did so and she very nearly falling over again.
“…Actually, I take that back. I’ve got a rotten headache and feel really dizzy - probably the aftershock of me being dragged back to the world of the living, I guess? Aw man - this stinks! I wanted so bad to protect the two of you when those guys wake up again, too…but I can’t walk at all in this state, much less fire my gun accurately.”
She paused, before saying:
“Those guys are probably gonna come back to life too, since I did…I think it might be better to continue this conversation elsewhere before the bad situation comes back again!”