[ It's lucky, Flynn thinks later, that the ladder is so light. Even though he's fighting through sand and sun, barely able to breathe, he feels it when Yuri falls. The ladder jumps, jerks underneath him, suddenly lighter than it was. Fear drops sharp into Flynn's belly. He twists, catches a flash of dark hair through tears and sand, falling, and something in him knots up so hard and sharp that he loses his breath entirely. Dark hair, and falling, and fear.
He barely thinks about it. Can't let go of the ladder, can't let this guy die, so there's only one thing to do: grip it with one bloody-raw hand, slide down with sand pummeling him still, reach out with everything he has and yell, hoping he can be seen over the torrent. ]
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He barely thinks about it. Can't let go of the ladder, can't let this guy die, so there's only one thing to do: grip it with one bloody-raw hand, slide down with sand pummeling him still, reach out with everything he has and yell, hoping he can be seen over the torrent. ]