[ Joshua backs up a bit further and pauses, before finally turning and bounding a few paces away. That's about all he can manage on his injuries, so he less-than-smoothly transitions into a walk, glancing over his shoulder as he goes.
He doesn't even care that he's heading away from his house. He just wants to find somewhere to go, away from Sanae, where he can tune up and exchange the sharp pains of his injuries for the needling pain of his Angel-Composer hybrid of a form. ]
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He doesn't even care that he's heading away from his house. He just wants to find somewhere to go, away from Sanae, where he can tune up and exchange the sharp pains of his injuries for the needling pain of his Angel-Composer hybrid of a form. ]