Mercy blinked, alarmed at first. She would not have hesitated to punch him if not for the fact she was in an awful lot of pain at the moment and she didn't want to end up hurting Madoka. She tried not to shift instead, glancing down at the ground. Madoka was short--she wasn't used to being this close to the floor unless she was sitting down.
Frowning, she looked back at Madoka. I know you can't carry me and I have no problem with being dropped. How far are you even going to be able to get, little lucky student?
Over his shoulder, she glanced over at Graham. He was...frozen in place, something scary flickering in his eyes as he stared down at Akuma's now dead body. For some reason, seeing someone originally so happy now so broken was nauseating. And then there was Faqir, who...
His dad killed Harvey...Harvey's dead...I have...
We're here...we're getting out, but...what am I going back to?
Feeling empty but mostly numb, Mercy leaned against Madoka, half beginning to zone out and half still waiting for him to collapse. ...Nothing...I'm going back to nothing. Wh...what am I supposed to do...?