[Given that he'd absolutely been prepared for the alien to bite his head off next, or something equally messy, the impact of the statue against it is as much a surprise to him as it is to the creature. It won't hold it back long--
--but it doesn't matter, because then she's aiming for him, and the surprise is immediately replaced with what can only be called fondness, even as he hits the ground, pulling her down with him out of sheer reflex.
He's still got one arm, though, and he lifts his hand to his chest. It rests on top of hers, for a moment, tightening as if he's going to pull the knife out, to play one last, heartless card--
--but then he lifts it even higher, flicking her forehead with a weak grin, before the last of his energy leaves him.
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--but it doesn't matter, because then she's aiming for him, and the surprise is immediately replaced with what can only be called fondness, even as he hits the ground, pulling her down with him out of sheer reflex.
He's still got one arm, though, and he lifts his hand to his chest. It rests on top of hers, for a moment, tightening as if he's going to pull the knife out, to play one last, heartless card--
--but then he lifts it even higher, flicking her forehead with a weak grin, before the last of his energy leaves him.
He expected nothing less.
No regrets.]