[ He's walking again, striding forward on his long legs. He gestures for her to follow him as he heads down an unfamiliar--and hopefully the last--corridor. The mirror images hiss and jab at him here, too, and it takes a significant summoning of willpower not to just smash up the entire place. ]
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[ He's walking again, striding forward on his long legs. He gestures for her to follow him as he heads down an unfamiliar--and hopefully the last--corridor. The mirror images hiss and jab at him here, too, and it takes a significant summoning of willpower not to just smash up the entire place. ]
I cannot die from blood loss.
[ He taps his cracked cheek as he keeps moving. ]
Too late for that.