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For that, for the fight, for everything. If he'd been stronger, if she hadn't been hurt to begin with, if he hadn't thrown the cat demon right at her in his struggles to stay alive...
He keeps his hands off her, at least glad she's alive and seems uninjured but keeping a bit of distance as she recovers. Giving her space.
What's it like to remember dying, especially in as horrible a way as Rath's victims? He can only imagine, and nothing that went through his own head compares.
Her entire body was shaking as she stayed there for a little while, mentally recovering. The pain... it was gone, but she remembered what it felt like.
Tears welled over as she turned, pushing herself back up to her feet. She looked around, trying to breathe.
Then, without a word, she left, heading back to Paradigm.
He watches her go, not following once she looks okay... physically, at least. The rest, well, that goes without saying.
He wants to go to her, to help her like she's helped him before, though without the booze and drugs, but something like that? That needs time, and who the hell is he? He might be - because he has no idea where Savaak went off to or what happened to her - the only one who didn't have something horrible happen to him, again, and you could easily argue that he killed her in the first place.
Some thanks for how nice to him she's been. But there's still Fred, whose screams he still hears ringing in his ears, so he heads to the store to see what's going on in there, his mind still on that surge of raw power he felt. How he was strong enough to defeat anything, save everyone, fix everything.
He needs to find a way to get that strength. That power. Preferably without his own blood burning him alive. That power could fix the entire world, make him never fail to protect anybody again. Even the doctor's supercharge, back those few months ago, is nothing compared to how that felt.
The woman curled up tighter into a ball and just continued to cry. Savaak's words not seeming to reach her yet as her body trembled, wracked with sobs.
The woman slowly turns to look at her. She looked a lot younger than the guy that had gone running in here. She was in her early twenties from the look of it and he must have been in his forties.
Closer to her own age, then, rather than look like someone's parent. She nods and offers the woman a sympathetic smile, wishing she had a handkerchief or something. Something positive for her.
"Nice to meet you, Lisa." She pauses for a moment. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I... I don't know. I was on the phone making plans for lunch with my husband and then that monster crashed in here. And..."
Her words became muffled by sobs as she burried her face in her hands. The other people in the room were murmuring in confusion, backing away from the two of them.
Savaak's heart sinks as she believes she's beginning to put the pieces together.
"Alright, let's take a deep breath and tackle this one step at a time." She lets the other people pass by, waving some of them on to indicate she'll handle the situation.
"These are the tenants of this building. Do you mean your husband when you say 'the guy'? What did your husband look like?" She's pretty sure she knows.
"I don't know what happened, exactly, or how you're alive. But I assure you, you are. Why don't we take a walk and get some air?"
"Ye-No? I.. I don't know. It looked like Greg but there is no way..."
He was so old...
She didn't resist if Savaak helped her up, and would allow herself to be lead out of the building, though she was little more than a lump of dead weight.
Savaak does indeed offer Lisa a hand to escort her out of the undamaged building, taking her to a quiet cafe rather than something from a corporation. What they needed now was time for her to see the city, adjust a bit, and then let her express herself in relative privacy. She would go slow if Lisa needed it.
"There's no easy way to put this," she admits quietly once they're free of the building. "But, Lisa, I believe that you saw Greg." She looks up at the sky, then the city around them.
"A lot of things probably seem that way right now." Savaak slowly nods with a sympathetic expression as Lisa pulls out a phone that was relatively ancient.
"Lisa." She says the name as gently as she could, but there's still the hint of something the other woman won't like.
"That phone? That came out twenty years ago." She leads the woman to a seat at one of hte outside tables, sitting across from her once she knows that Lisa will sit. It's probably better if she does for now.
Savaak lets Lisa make her call without interruption, reaching out a hand to her if the other woman will let her take it.
"It's a lot, I know. I wish I could tell you how it happened, or why. But...I'm sorry." She shakes her head, knowing there's no easy way to handle this. To tell her, or for Lisa to accept it. Her world was being turned on its head and she couldn't reach one of the people who would probably have been able to be a rock for her to stand on. Now she was treading water, maybe even drowning.
She'd like to think Lisa would have the inner strength to thread the water or swim, instead.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be leaving for Europe in about a week. There's a war going on there, and I've signed up to help do what I can to keep people over there and here safe. But I'd like to give you my number and email, if I may. If you have questions or just need someone, you can let me know. Until then, I'll do my best to find some answers for you." And them. What the hell had even happened?
"You probably don't have a place to stay anymore," she continues, writing her name, number, and email on a napkin and handing it to the other woman. Maybe it's because she saw Greg die, but she feels like she can't leave this situation alone until there's some sort of solution.
"Do you have anyone you think you could stay with?" If she could even reach them. "If not, I can hook you up with a nice hotel for a while until you can get on your feet." The benefits of having money.
"It's as real as my existence. Right here, right now." And she could be felt, seen, and heard. "This entire world is real. It's survived a bunch of attacks, including demons and other things." She didn't know how else to classify the things they had fought.
Seeing the tears well up hurts. She can't imagine being in Lisa's shoes and frankly, Savaak doesn't want to. She stands up and, if Lisa lets her, will give the woman a hug. Sometimes, even a stranger's company is better than nothing. Other times, not so much.