Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

oh, fuck.
reality dripped back in slowly as amadeo began to gather pieces of what happened. his skull felt as if it had shattered into shards, the slowly fading sunlight bleeding into the corners of his vision as he hoists himself up onto his feet. he realizes now that his forelimb still radiates with agony.
anselm. he had —
oh, no. this fucker was not allowed to die like this. as bad as he wished to leave him there, he refused to let himself, instead beginning to crouch down and search for vitals. no, no, he did not need him alive, but his children did.
heda did.
padre nostro che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome, he scoops him up as best as he can, using the trunk as leverage to hoist him onto his back. venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà, come in cielo così in terra.
his trek is more of a hobble as he traces the path that led out of the bypass, determination and endorphins powering him onward; westward, purposefully.
dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano, e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti, come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori; e non ci indurre in tentazione, ma liberaci dal male.
amen.