The voice in the riot: "He's gone. Come on. Leave it. Leave it. That's it. This way." Her hand taking his, pulling him to his feet from where he'd lain across Jerón's body, and they ran—
He turned over—shivering, eyes tightly closed—to face her, his hand blindly (unconsciously?) reaching for her.
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The voice in the riot: "He's gone. Come on. Leave it. Leave it. That's it. This way." Her hand taking his, pulling him to his feet from where he'd lain across Jerón's body, and they ran—
He turned over—shivering, eyes tightly closed—to face her, his hand blindly (unconsciously?) reaching for her.