it wasn't a battle anymore, it was a straight up massacre. bloodbath. alabaster wasn't really sure where he was going anymore. wasn't sure if he was making his way through enemies or allies. his vision blurred with red. he watched so many die and so many flee he wasn't sure he wasn't the only one left still fighting on this side.

"shit" the word was a faint whisper leaving his lips, as his eyes focused on your form on the ground. broken. wrong. red. he ran, his knees meeting ground with a thud. the wound, your wound, was bad and it was bleeding, bleeding, bleeding. his hand flew to your neck, checking for the pulse. it was faint but still there.

the son of hecate slapped your cheeks, lightly first, then hard. whatever guilt he might have felt about that was overpowered by the need to bring you back, to keep you alive. his hand pressed on the wound, your blood warm beneath his palm. "come on" it was almost a growl. "eyes open, on me" alabaster willed his voice to sound firm, like an order. he couldn't give in to fear that practically shook him. for both your sakes, he couldn't. not yet anyway. he ruffled frantically through his mist cards, searching for something, anything that could help.

"you can't die without even telling anyone your name" not that alabaster knew you very well. he just knew you, remembered you being in the titan army. remembered nodding to you as you met in the corridors. remembered exchanging a word or two, maybe even sparring together. remembered also that you went by this stupid codename 'anon', like being anonymous would help anything. like it could save you from this, from your blood soaking into the ground. "you can't" alabaster wouldn't allow it. he wouldn't let you die. he couldn't. he couldn't watch you die too.