continued from here with @rk800-50
She knows him. He’s caused the revolution enough problems: attacking their scouts, stealing supplies, trapping lone androids (rarely do they return alive). But she doesn’t know why, not really, so when she spots him stumbling along, she follows.
He is weak, injured, and the idea of taking advantage of someone in such a state makes her feel like something is rotting in her chest, but she knows she needs to apprehend him if she can. So she follows, and when she sees him fall, she drags him to the closest shelter she can find.
He’s too cold. There’s thirium leaking from wounds she doesn’t want to know how he got, and for a long while, while Kara watches the blizzard rage outside, she thinks he won’t wake.
But he does, just as the snow melts enough for her to clean him up. He strains against his bonds (weak as he is, Kara knows he is not to be trusted), before finally speaking, and her jaw drops.
For a moment, she thinks she might have the wrong RK800.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” she finally says, because she knows he won’t listen to anything she says before he knows that. “You would have died in that storm.” She shifts away, sitting across from him on the floor. “What are you doing out here, anyways?”
