[Kimblee remains silent once the sharp, rising chorus of sound and destruction finally stops; he could see Armstrong's alchemy failing for a while after the explosion. You can only receive back what you put into it, after all; Armstrong isn't in any condition to continue.
His approach is a wary one; his adrenaline is still running high. He doesn't offer Armstrong his hand, as that hadn't gotten him anywhere last time; rather, he crouches down next to him, his body tense even as he shifts his weight and sits back on his heel.]
Can you talk to me?
[There's tension in his voice as well, though he's obviously trying to bite it back; though his words imply at least some degree of understanding, his tone is tight and clipped - he has no idea what's going on, and he doesn't like it.]
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His approach is a wary one; his adrenaline is still running high. He doesn't offer Armstrong his hand, as that hadn't gotten him anywhere last time; rather, he crouches down next to him, his body tense even as he shifts his weight and sits back on his heel.]
Can you talk to me?
[There's tension in his voice as well, though he's obviously trying to bite it back; though his words imply at least some degree of understanding, his tone is tight and clipped - he has no idea what's going on, and he doesn't like it.]