[He manages to mumble out the name, his mouth still filled with blood - but once he realizes she's trying to pull the flowers out of him, he panics, trying to push himself away weakly. It would be more successful if he had any strength left in his body.]
No, they're--don't...
[He seems more concerned for her than himself, though, and maybe not without reason, because the flowers, too, react to D.va's touch: though they don't need more to feed on than their host, more food is always good. Slowly, they try to reach out for D.va's skin.]
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[He manages to mumble out the name, his mouth still filled with blood - but once he realizes she's trying to pull the flowers out of him, he panics, trying to push himself away weakly. It would be more successful if he had any strength left in his body.]
No, they're--don't...
[He seems more concerned for her than himself, though, and maybe not without reason, because the flowers, too, react to D.va's touch: though they don't need more to feed on than their host, more food is always good. Slowly, they try to reach out for D.va's skin.]