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[Had Takame not been forcing the calm, he would have spit out a string of swears himself. Instead he repeated to himself in his head like a mantra

Pain is mental, pain is mental.

It didn't hurt. It did not fucking hurt.

This was with the shield up, but it would not last. They needed to get away while it was still up or else they truly would not be able to move.]

I... I'll carry you if I must... [Said pointing his blade towards the Banshee, ready to release a shot from the barrel even through his shaky aim. Mental, it's mental, pain is...!]

Please... tell me what you... we need to move. [Give him an order.]