"What even is this island? What is it?"

"It's not on any of the charts, none that I've seen at least. It could be undiscovered for all we know. For our sake, I really hope it isn't."

"I know, but what's it's name? Shouldn't it at least have a—aaaauuuughh!"

Saturn threw his arms down to Mars's midsection, hearing her wail of pain bellow in hs ear. With Mars on his left, his unused arm on the right slid around in front of him, grasping where his other arm had been on her shoulder. With a good, solid grip on her torso, Saturn was able to stop Mars' downward momentum, catching her moments before her whole body would've flopped forward like a gigantic wet blanket. Still, with Mars' knees buckling forward from beneath her, her whole body was dead weight in Saturn's arms while she struggled to get her legs back beneath her through limp, pained kicking. The incredible weight made Saturn's hand go from her shoulder down to meet his other hand on her torso, helping to hold her up.

Mars' first instict was to wedge her arms between her and Saturn, not enjoying struggling in someone's arms but the pain in her leg consumed her thoughts and made her forget. She forced herself to wedge her eyes open, gazing out through the pain. Her breath had quickened and so had her reaction time. Her arms that had made it halfway to Saturn's chest to instinctively shove him away in the moments before she realized she was collapsing, and now they reached for something to stablize her. A groping, fumbling hand grasped for his shoulder, grasping a fistful of his uniform in her fingers. As both her and Saturn heard the loud tearing noise, Mars instinctively reached up to his neck, throwing her arms around it and pulling close. Her torso was at least mostly upright now, and she gave herself and Saturn a chance to breathe. Slowly, the lopsided, ragdoll-like feet Mars had beneath her that rested on their sides straightened, landing on the sole with a firm grip. Mars' posture was still poor, and though she had planted her feet in the ground, the rising pain in her leg kept her from staying upright.

"Don't break a sweat now," Saturn said through a grunt, smiling in a brief way.

Mars sighed, her voice quavering as she put more weight on her legs. "I'm more worried about you than me right now."

"'Me', you say? I'm the one with two legs."

In a sudden, swift and almost violent movement, Saturn had to relinquish his grip on Mars' side, only to immediately catch it back up. His grip on his side dropped a few inches, close to her hips, jostling Mars as he shifted her posture by adjusting his new grasp on her. The wire rim of Mars' tattered skirt prodded Saturn's side and jostled his rib, and Saturn did nothing but gasp and grit his teeth, the strain his arms becoming evident once again.

"Are you good to start walking again?" asked Saturn, unable to hide the strain from his voice.

"Y-Yeah... Y-Yes, we can do this..." Mars grunted. Her legs straightened finally, feeling like they were right where they should be. Keeping an eye on Saturn's arm as she put more and more weight on her leg, she felt the tight, embrace-like grip Saturn had on her side start to lessen as it became unnecessary. She kept her arm locked around Saturn's neck and minded it like a lifeline.

Saturn kept his arms in a close ring around Mars' midsection, but he was soon realizing that it would be impossible to walk when he held her like that. Though he tried to move forward, he eventually seceded and removed his hand from her side, keeping hovering mere inches from her stomach as a precaution. With Mars' hand on his neck, he found himself discovering that his posture too was bad, that he had hunched down to keep Mars' weight upright and was in-turn not well-suited. As Mars began to walk forward, he straightened himself slightly, trying to keep ample distance but keeping his hand low on her.

As Mars took the first agonizingly slow and painful steps, she found herself paying close attention to where Saturn was beside her, her watchful pair of eyes darting down to him with almost every step. The free hand of hers that was poised by her side, ready to catch her if she were to slip sideways, came down tenatively and clasped over where Saturn's was on her hip. She slid it up her hips, over her side and just to the beginnings of her ribcage, both her and Saturn minding her breasts when setting his handhold. Limping forward, raising her injured leg was far easier than putting weight on it.

Then, all of a sudden, Mars' legs gave again, an involuntary shout of pain coming from her. All Saturn could understand was an unintelligible curse, but he found his hand had suddenly dropped beneath her arm and holding the warm junction of her arm and shoulder. Immediately Mars began to tumble forward and Saturn threw his free, hovering hand towards her hips, catching her from tipping all the way but holding her sideways.

"A-Aaahh—Sat—Hrrrrrgggh—S-Saturn—Put me down, put me down!"

"Straighten your legs, put them in front of you. I'm going to tip you back," said Saturn, watching her legs fold in awkward and very uncomfortable poses.

Mars, having gone incredibly pale, blinked away sweat from her brow. She had heard Saturn's commands and, as much as she wanted to, slid her legs outward, kicked in front of her like she was on a wheelbarrow. Through her exhausted, bobbing head, rocking as Saturn struggled to keep her up, she watched has she straightened her legs, her whole body rocking on her heels. Just as she began to feel her body bowing in, making her dangle by her arm, Saturn suddenly put his hand beneath her underarm, putting himself behind her. Mars' hips bowed down and made her body fold down, dangling inches above the soft white sands below, before Saturn gently lowered her and set her down.

A tired Saturn let out a sigh, stifled, removing his hold on Mars. He remained squatted by where he had sat Mars down, running a hand through his hair to move his bangs out of the way of his eyes. After a moment, pausing, he turned to see Mars, who was as still as he was. He faced the back of her head, the red, combed and smooth hair quivering in the ocean breeze as she was still, contemplating, gazing out over the endless expanse of blue.

Standing up, Saturn straightened his shirt. He ran his hand over his back shoulder, feeling for the tear he and Mars had heard moments earlier. He found it, it was a large, horizontal gash along the black material of his uniform, exposing the cold skin just beneath the shoulder blades. Saturn took a few swaying, wandering steps around Mars, bringing himself around to her side, keeping his hands in his pockets as he too stared out where Mars had moments earlier.

"There's a trunk full of emergency supplies in the pod. I'm going to go see what's in there and see if I can't haul it out by myself."

Saturn looked down to Mars, wondering if she had heard him, only meeting with her blank stare that faced the ocean, her bangs swaying carelessly in the breeze. Saturn looked skyward, in her direction, over the treetops and towards the blue sky. With the afternoon sun passing behind the only sparse clouds in the whole sky, the atmosphere seemed much tamer, much more blue and reserved, almost depressing. Saturn felt his own bangs fray and bat against his forehead in the breeze, but did nothing for it.

"If I'm trapped on an island like this, then I at least want to know what it's called," said Mars, her exhaustion coming through clear in her voice as she blankly and plainly stated her thoughts. "I don't want to die on some nameless spot in Kyogre's ocean."

As Mars silently stewed in her small warped spot in the sand, she held her knees carefully, watching the crashing waves from miles away. In the corner of her eye, Saturn walked from where he stood beside her, walking ahead and crossing her vision, cutting it. Saturn's back was to her as he walked towards the escape pod, the wreckage that rested a good twenty feet from her, and she found herself staring at Saturn, her only companion on the island thus far. Her hands slid over her hips, sore and possibly going to bruise, and up to beneath her arms, her hands entering the warm expanse of her underarms. As she held herself, staring, she thought about how warm she was moments ago, and how, despite the pain, it worked to comfort her. Her hands ran along the spots where Saturn had held her moments ago, and she rubbed them gently, warming them up. A dull, contented look seemed to gaze over her.

She had sat for several long, silent minutes, listening to the ocean. Overhead, the sun continued to hide beneath clouds and leave Mars in the dimmed sunlight. As Mars had straightened her bent, close legs, she felt the same agonizing pain shoot in a brief, momentary reminder. Her leg froze and her expression remained still. Feeling beneath her calf, Mars undid the zipper of the white boot, folding down the long sheath of the boot.