[As soon as Mitsuzane was pulled away from him, Takatora instinctively reached out to bring him back. He didn't want to be away from him, not now, not when he was so badly injured. Even if he couldn't feel the fear, the thought was in his mind, the momentary flash of what if I never see him again?
It took a few seconds of staring before Takatora was willing to move, knowing what he had to do. There was no time to worry about the driver, or chase after Mitsuzane despite how much he wanted to. All he could do now was follow orders. So, Takatora pulled himself out of one car and towards the other.
As soon as he stood and tried to put weight on one of his legs, Takatora felt it start to give out under him. Oh, no. He couldn't even run his own diagnostics with the bare bones system he was working on, but Takatora knew he could try reinstating it before he got to the tower. It would at least give Ryouma time to assess his condition.
Stumbling into the back of the car, Takatora touched the spot on the back of his head to kick his diagnostics back on, gasping in a breath when his system jolted. He couldn't tell if it was from his injuries or from his attempt to get part of his system working again.
For now, Mitsuzane's condition was out of his hands. He had to focus on other things.]
Ryouma, please make copies of any visual data recorded from the time we left home until now. We need any information we can gather about the vehicle that hit us.
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It took a few seconds of staring before Takatora was willing to move, knowing what he had to do. There was no time to worry about the driver, or chase after Mitsuzane despite how much he wanted to. All he could do now was follow orders. So, Takatora pulled himself out of one car and towards the other.
As soon as he stood and tried to put weight on one of his legs, Takatora felt it start to give out under him. Oh, no. He couldn't even run his own diagnostics with the bare bones system he was working on, but Takatora knew he could try reinstating it before he got to the tower. It would at least give Ryouma time to assess his condition.
Stumbling into the back of the car, Takatora touched the spot on the back of his head to kick his diagnostics back on, gasping in a breath when his system jolted. He couldn't tell if it was from his injuries or from his attempt to get part of his system working again.
For now, Mitsuzane's condition was out of his hands. He had to focus on other things.]
Ryouma, please make copies of any visual data recorded from the time we left home until now. We need any information we can gather about the vehicle that hit us.