[ He doesn't need to say that the subway isn't the place to hang around in, crawling with vines and rats and who knows what else lurks within, just waiting for people to be drawn in by the lights. He should probably get home too, but he's still further inside, and there's the patch of vines in between him and the exit; having been shot, they notice him now, snaking along the ground towards his feet. At that pace, he could probably run past them, but instead, he runs towards— he goes for the arrow, to pull it out and retrieve it. ]
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[ He doesn't need to say that the subway isn't the place to hang around in, crawling with vines and rats and who knows what else lurks within, just waiting for people to be drawn in by the lights. He should probably get home too, but he's still further inside, and there's the patch of vines in between him and the exit; having been shot, they notice him now, snaking along the ground towards his feet. At that pace, he could probably run past them, but instead, he runs towards— he goes for the arrow, to pull it out and retrieve it. ]