“...” ..Wait. What? He was alive. He was fine. He was fine. He was fine. HE WAS FINE?! HOW THE FUCK WAS HE ALIVE?!
Ouma immediately sat up, looking over his entire body looking for the wounds of being shot, any blood, any squished bones-
He stopped...And teared up. He wasn’t even entirely sure, but he was fine, he was fine, HE WAS FINE HOW THE FUCK WAS HE FINE?!
Still not noticing any of his surroundings, he broke down into quiet sobs. Y’know, being squished after knowing that everyone hates you and poison running through your veins wasn’t really the best way to die.
..Bet nobody cared that he died?
..Did they get saved? Did his plan work? Or- did it fail- WERE THEY OKAY-