[Slowly but surely the hands drop to the ground, leaving Jean stumbling to his knees, gasping for air. His clothes are torn in multiple places and with every tear comes an open wound. But at least he's free.
When he's gained enough breath to speak, he pushes up to one knee.] Thanks.
[It puts him on equal level with Armin's leg, gashed and gushing.] Sorry about the leg.
[Is there anyway he can run on it? Jean doubts it. Using the wall for support, he stands up, still panting.] We should get out of here.
[Which probably means he has to carry him. Tiredly, he half-stumbles forward and clumsily picks him up.] You pick the way.
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When he's gained enough breath to speak, he pushes up to one knee.] Thanks.
[It puts him on equal level with Armin's leg, gashed and gushing.] Sorry about the leg.
[Is there anyway he can run on it? Jean doubts it. Using the wall for support, he stands up, still panting.] We should get out of here.
[Which probably means he has to carry him. Tiredly, he half-stumbles forward and clumsily picks him up.] You pick the way.
[Jeez, his arms hurt too much for this.]