I felt something heavy on top of me, then three quick taps on my shoulder. A signal? Grue.
What are you doing, pal? It seems like Grue has some form of plan, but I’m not sure what it may be.
I didn’t fight him as he used what must have been his jacket to pat me down and splash water onto me. I felt the water touch bare skin.
Yeeah, looks like her costume really didn’t handle the fire. Makes sense. I’ve been talking about how it might not handle heat, but this wasn’t just heat, this was the costume actually catching on fire, making it the fuel.
The pain and the heat continued as Grue hauled me to my feet, but the rational part of me knew he wouldn’t do that if I was still on fire. I was burned.
Makes sense.
It hurt, but I wasn’t in imminent danger from anything or anyone except Burnscar and Mannequin.
Heh.
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