Me, safe. [ A little scoff, metaphorical fur all ruffled — compared to everyone around them, the heroes picking themselves back up with their injuries, Anathema is fairly unscathed. Almost annoyingly so; it grinds at her pride, her sense of participation. But that affront melts away as the other woman picks the debris out of her hair. ] I'm fine, Sal. Let's get moving and not waste any more— Is Sal short for anything?
[ Her thoughts are scattered, ping-ponging everywhere with the giddy confused rush of the end of the world and the end of the world averted (a second time). She takes the blonde's hand, squares off for flight. ]
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[ Her thoughts are scattered, ping-ponging everywhere with the giddy confused rush of the end of the world and the end of the world averted (a second time). She takes the blonde's hand, squares off for flight. ]