Rich's face was still a mess but thanks to Soranik Natu, it'd been fixed up enough to keep him in the fight. His skin was still blistered but the parts that had been open burn wounds had been sealed up, albeit artificially. With the med tech back at Legion World, he'd likely be able to get his skin regenerated well enough. So it didn't matter for now.
His helmet was also damaged, with places where it'd melted slightly but it was still better than nothing at all. It'd protected quite a few parts of his face from Sam's ragespew earlier. And it was one of the most recognizable things he could wear to try to get through to Sam, to help him recognize who he was. If he could just get him to slow down for a second, there was a chance he could trap him in a construct long enough for one of the blues to help fix him.
The green wall that Sam suddenly would find in front of him had multiple walls behind it, ready to curl around him in multiple spheres he'd have to burn through.
Rich was visible through the translucent constructs.
"I don't care if you set my face on fire and I don't care about who gets in the way."
He wasn't letting the reds keep him in their grip, especially since there was a risk they might escape and just keep him. He wasn't letting Sam become lost to that not-life.
"I'm not giving up on you, kiddo." His voice got softer. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."
He would save him. He would bring him home. Really home. He'd look out for him long enough to get him back to their world and his family, then he was going to help him find his father to make that family complete again. That was just fact. That was pure faith. That was hope that would have to be clawed out of his cold, dead hands.
That hope, and the hope he'd caused in more than one world, was enough to make an errant blue ring, lost thanks to the unfortunate death of its owner, start to whiz towards him.
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His helmet was also damaged, with places where it'd melted slightly but it was still better than nothing at all. It'd protected quite a few parts of his face from Sam's ragespew earlier. And it was one of the most recognizable things he could wear to try to get through to Sam, to help him recognize who he was. If he could just get him to slow down for a second, there was a chance he could trap him in a construct long enough for one of the blues to help fix him.
The green wall that Sam suddenly would find in front of him had multiple walls behind it, ready to curl around him in multiple spheres he'd have to burn through.
Rich was visible through the translucent constructs.
"I don't care if you set my face on fire and I don't care about who gets in the way."
He wasn't letting the reds keep him in their grip, especially since there was a risk they might escape and just keep him. He wasn't letting Sam become lost to that not-life.
"I'm not giving up on you, kiddo." His voice got softer. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."
He would save him. He would bring him home. Really home. He'd look out for him long enough to get him back to their world and his family, then he was going to help him find his father to make that family complete again. That was just fact. That was pure faith. That was hope that would have to be clawed out of his cold, dead hands.
That hope, and the hope he'd caused in more than one world, was enough to make an errant blue ring, lost thanks to the unfortunate death of its owner, start to whiz towards him.