[His first instinct is to grab for her again, to get her out. But the tone of her screaming seems to crack whatever state he's in, and the tunnel-visioned mindset of keeping a girl from dying slowly starts to fade.
He immediately backs away from her, quickly advancing back up the shore in a pace a little too urgent to be a true frustrated stomp.]
Get out of the fucking water if you care that much.
[It's breathy, not bothering to watch her as he tosses his damp shirt into the grass and immediately kicks off his boots.
That stupid hilichurl is rousing itself again... time to grab his gun and club the poor thing a third time, a momentary distraction while he goes and fetches his knife.]
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He immediately backs away from her, quickly advancing back up the shore in a pace a little too urgent to be a true frustrated stomp.]
Get out of the fucking water if you care that much.
[It's breathy, not bothering to watch her as he tosses his damp shirt into the grass and immediately kicks off his boots.
That stupid hilichurl is rousing itself again... time to grab his gun and club the poor thing a third time, a momentary distraction while he goes and fetches his knife.]