The ceiling did not look good. The walls also did not look good, nor did the floor-
You know, it might have been easier to say everything looked Really Really Bad.
The RED Pyro stumbled around in the lower hall, where everything solid seemed to have turned to jell-o. "Spy! " they called out, desperate to be heard of the cacophony of shuddering base. "Medic! Heavy, anyone!"
No response. Not at first anyway, even though Spy had been spending all his time in the infirmary and Pyro was sure he was down here—that's why they'd ran left instead of right, trying to get here before the collapse did.
But Spy didn't respond. Instead, another similarly accented voice called out from where the door had gone sideways, "They are not here."
Pyro skidded into the infirmary. There was Spy, but wrong Spy, Other Spy, looking very small and also Really Really Bad. There were bits of yellow stuff on the floor around him, extension cables, and Pyro was pretty sure there was something not right about that but was too panicked to remember what.
"Do you know where Spy is? He was down here for so long…" They danced from foot to foot as they looked around, as though Spy were playing another trick on them and he'd hop out from behind the plastic curtains at any moment.
Other Spy shrugged. It looked very difficult with the angle his arms were at. "I have not seen him in over an hour."
That was another bad thing then, because Pyro didn't know where else to look. They could try his smoking room, but that was all the way on the other side of the base…Engie's workshop was on this floor and maybe he or Scout would be there but it was still so far…
The sound of a throat clearing shook them from their agitation. "Some assistance please?" Other Spy was offering up his wrists, which were still chained to the wall.
Pyro's mind churned over, but at least it was something to do. They walked over, grabbed the pipe snaked with a fine silver chain, and braced their foot against the back wall. They strained until the pipe gave way with a snap.
Other Spy looked down at his now freed handcuffs. "…I suppose that is one way to do it."
Any more words were cut short as the infirmary's remaining column gave a sinister groan. Pyro sagged, knowing they were out of time and that wherever the rest of their team had disappeared to, they could do nothing for them now. They barreled toward the exit.
They were out in the hall, charging at the stairs, when they realized Other Spy wasn't following. Or, he was, but it looked like something was wrong with his legs as he hobbled after Pyro at an agonizing pace, gripping the wall just to make it a few steps. Burns it looked like. Pyro knew about burns, and those were definitely them, all crisscrossed in unusual patterns across his lower body and face. His hand-print left a bloody red smear along the wall.
The infirmary collapsed behind him. Pyro looked at the stairs, looked at the Spy.
They ran backwards, slipping their arm around Other Spy's middle.
"What do you think you're-" His protests were cut off as Pyro lifted, swinging the BLU onto their back in a fireman's carry. He choked out a surprised cry of pain as their arm hooked around the inside of his knee, but there was no other way to hold him.
They sprinted for the stairs. The shuddering building seemed to be chasing him, and their heart pounded with the new added weight, no matter how skinny Spy was. Up, up, up, then this way, the outside. The world was closing in on them but they trudged forward until they burst through the outermost set of doors.
They stumbled forward into the blackness of night, heaving fresh canyon air through their filters. They crouched, trying to lower Spy painlessly to the ground when they heard a deafening roar, one that was almost as loud as the explosion that had started this whole thing. Looking up, they saw the giant satellite dish give way, crushing the last of RED's still remaining buildings.
Pyro let out a pitiful cry.
Spy only said, "Merde."
The pair lingered there for a long while, watching the dust clouds become fog, and then the fog become nothing, settling until the big pile of rubble was all that remained. There was the threat of sun not yet on the horizon, the black of night polluted into a wash of grey, but it didn't help much with the visibility. Everything was washed out. Fuzzy. Those could be piles of bodies dangling from the debris, or just RED's omnipresent red paint.
No Spy, no Medic. Pyro hadn't seen anyone else while they'd been running through. They might be the only one left.
"You cannot seriously be going back in there," Spy coughed feebly as they took the first step toward the wreckage.
Pyro turned, their first foot placed on the nearest section of walkable area. They shrugged, and moved on.
It was hard work, moving pieces of stone nearly as big as them. Some were even bigger, not falling apart as the base caved in on itself, resolute in their commitment to being walls or roofs or whatever. After ten minutes their knees hurt, and after twenty their shoulders screamed at them to stop.
They had not expected Spy to follow them. They thought as soon as they turned their back he would disappear, just like Spies liked to do, but shockingly enough he had appeared behind them again, following close as they picked their way through rubble, shadowing them like a ghost.
Their neck was hot, slick with sweat sticking to the back of their mask when they saw movement in the distance. "Heavy! " they cried out in relief. "Heavy we're over here! "
Heavy made his way to them, form blurred against a backdrop of melting pink until he arrived and was pulled back into focus. His eyes fell on Spy. "You have BLU."
"I couldn't just leave him," Pyro explained. When Heavy still glared, they protested, "It's okay Heavy! He could have run when we got out, but he didn't. He's actually been helping me look." Well, sort of. Mostly he had been sitting down and watching and Pyro scraped around in the dirt as he couldn't stand for more than a few minutes. Sitting didn't look comfortable either, but it was what Spy seemed to prefer. Just sitting, staring blankly at the desolation around him. He did it even now as Heavy addressed him.
"Good men die, and Spy lives," Heavy scoffed, but that was all.
Pyro swallowed. "Die? Have… "
Heavy's brow furrowed. "Come."
Heavy led Pyro to an area they vaguely recognized as where the workshop should have been. There were signs Heavy had been working here for a while, more focused efforts as opposed to where Pyro had been chipping away at anything they could lift. There was blood here.
Heavy pulled out Engie first. Pyro had seen a lot of mangled bodies over the years but something about knowing he was gone for good this time made it tear open a little hole in their stomach, leaking air like a collapsing beach ball. They knelt beside him, placing a hand on his chest.
But there was nothing to be done. They resumed searching silently.
"Pyro, help Heavy," Heavy said. "More blood here. Cannot lift by self."
Pyro did, regretfully getting to their feet and shoving what had once been a piece of the tower's dome. It screamed in protest, but moved remorsefully. Pyro could relate.
Underneath was Medic, blood dried on his forehead, the remains of a dispenser piercing his lungs. Ever since they had run into Heavy, he had been remarkably quiet—even for him—and Pyro thought seeing this might actually provoke a reaction. But it had the opposite effect. A negative reaction even. Heavy just stared down, unmoving, the corpse the only thing that could hold his attention.
When they realized Heavy might just as well have gone catatonic, Pyro managed to eke out, "I'm sorry ."
They wanted to hold his hand, limply hanging at his side, but they knew people didn't always like it when Pyro held their hands. Instead, they gently touched his elbow, the highest point they could reach.
Heavy grunted. That was good at least. What was not good was when he turned and barked, "You! You stay away."
The BLU Spy looked up. He had been crouched near the Engineer, just staring, but jerked at the Heavy's accusation. Wobbling, he lifted himself up and stepped back until he was no longer within arm's reach of the Engineer. "My apologies," he said softly. To the body or to Heavy, Pyro wasn't sure.
Heavy's face softened, however minutely. He turned to Pyro. "Come. Bring Engineer. This is not good place for dead."
Pyro wasn't sure what he meant, but did as they were asked, gathering up Engie as Heavy did the same for Medic. Heavy led them up and over a mound of rock, revealing on the other side a spot nearly clean of rubble. A ring of metal, set into the ground. Stepping forward, Heavy placed Medic upon it. It took a second, but then it hit Pyro that the circle of glass beneath them was actually the final control point. It was dark—maroon and derelict—empty of any promise.
A distant sound disturbed the vigil. It was faint, accompanied by a feeble clatter that might have been falling rocks, and Pyro staggered to their feet as Engineer's weight slipped off them.
"Someone calling for help," Heavy stated, urgency creeping into his voice.
Pyro was already climbing up the nearest mound, calling, "Hello? Hello we're here! Where are you? "
The faint noise came again.
"Spy? "
It was definitely a voice now, a stream of swears punctuated by grunts of pain timed with the movement of a nearby pile of rocks. Pyro rushed forward, crossing the distance in no time flat.
"Spy! " They tore at the top most sheet of flat metal that had landed on the Spy.
"Finally," Spy muttered darkly, exhaustion creeping out through the gaps in the stone. "Now help me out of here."
Pyro was well on their way, having brushed off the top layer of debris that moved with Spy's efforts but didn't dislodge completely. It was the solid metal ramp that was keeping him pinned, revealed as they pulled enough refuse away to reveal the Spy underneath, held down across the chest by its weight. His face was contorted with the effort of lifting it off himself. Pyro struggled, their shoulders aching once again as they ripped at a piece of building they had no hope of moving. A large hand appeared on their shoulder. Gratitude welled up in their chest as Heavy took the other end of the ramp and transferred the majority of the weight onto himself. Together, they were able to free Spy from his trap. Pyro supported him under the arms until he was standing, at which point he immediately shrugged them off and adjusted his tie. He was worse for wear, his favorite suit frayed in places and a litany of scratches on the few places with exposed skin; they hovered close to him, examining anything that might be wrong.
"Spy are you OK? "
"I think the answer to that question is no," Spy growled. "I just had a silo fall on my head, we are standing in the middle of our destroyed base, at any moment the BLUs could set upon our location and- What is he doing here?"
Spy had caught sight of Other Spy, who had followed the procession out from the control point into the open. He glanced blearily in Spy's direction. "You have been holding me prisoner. Or has your memory become so precarious in your age that you've forgotten?"
Spy was about to protest something, his mouth open in ugly words unformed, but his step toward the former-prisoner was aborted as his foot crashed through several layers of unstable debris.
"Spy! " Pyro lunged.
It was good they were so close, otherwise they might not have grabbed his arm in time as he slipped into the maw of sharp-toothed concrete that had opened up beneath him as quickly as he had moved. As it was, Spy was left dangling, a flurry of French curses coming from his lips as his feet kicked over nothing.
It took Heavy reaching over and putting a hand on each of their collars to avert imminent disaster. He said, "Enough. We leave. Too long here already."
"But the others," Pyro said, their voice a wheeze after holding up Spy's entire weight, even for only a second. "We have to find Scout, and Soldier, Sniper, Demo…"
"Heavy said we leave." And his voice said there would be no further argument. He turned, squinting to purple bruise where the sun would soon be rising. "We have survivors, we do not risk them looking for team when team may not be here."
"May?" Spy asked dubiously, having finally shaken off the adrenaline of the last few moments.
"If one base is no good, go to other. They will think this. We are separated; we go to dam base and meet them there."
This didn't seem a very good idea to Pyro. It was a terribly big assumption to presume RED would head for the auxiliary base; hell, Pyro hadn't even remembered it existed up until Heavy mentioned it. But Heavy was the one who moved concrete. He was the big voice that made the others listen. Spy didn't seem about to protest it either, and so, they walked.
Dawn ached over the canyon walls. It was hard going, the neat paths and flank routes now muddied by small collapses that the imploded base had set off. Other Spy walked with them.
"You're not leaving?" they asked, picking their way over the remains of the old catwalk.
"I suspect your Spy would try to stop me if I did," he shrugged. He was so…calm. Nonchalant. It didn't feel entirely genuine to Pyro. "Besides, where am I to go? Clearly nowhere in this canyon is safe."
It was…a lie. Pyro was sure of it. But there was also truth on top of it, and it waded into that murky, grimy area of nuance they always found difficult to sort out.
"Thank you. For my life," he added after a pause to climb a small collapse. "I will try to make good use of it. And…my condolences. About your Engineer."
Engineer. It still didn't seem quite real. "Thank you…that's more I'll get from my Spy."
"Indeed?" Other Spy raised a brow.
"He and Engie didn't get along."
"That does not surprise me. From what I understand, your Engineer was an actual decent man."
"They argued about you. A lot ," Pyro said. " Spy really wanted to attack BLU. I still don't know why. It's those other bad people we should be worried about. I don't think BLU was the ones who blew up our base, not with you inside."
"On that, we agree." Spy glanced at Spy's back. (No, that was the wrong way of thinking about it. Pyro always had trouble with the same names for different people, but usually that was mitigated by the heat of battle and knowing exactly what your goal is.) "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to see if either of your teammates has the keys to my handcuffs."
Other Spy drifted closer to Heavy at the front of the pack. He seemed to talk a long time, with Heavy listening silently, but Pyro couldn't make out what was said, too busy trying to focus themself, to adjust to this mix of uniforms messing up their concentration.
More walking. They didn't remember the dam base being this far. The morning sun chased away at least some of the chill, but it was a small comfort compared to all the pains that still wracked their body.
Spy and Heavy had started arguing about Other Spy.
"For all we know, he had something to do with this," Spy spat. "Think of who wants us dead the most, and whose team comes up at the top of that list."
"BLU could have run if wanted," Heavy said in a voice that was both calm and terrifying. "Not foe for moment. Could be asset."
It was a badminton game of ugly glances and gritted teeth, but eventually Heavy won out. By the time they had RED Control Point 2, Pyro's last remaining teammates were no longer on speaking terms.
The miniature excuse for a base swung open at Heavy's touch. It wasn't large: just enough rooms to give the illusion of being livable. Conversely, it didn't take long to search.
"They're not here…" Pyro groaned in defeat.
"Must be," Heavy said, determination filling his voice. Pyro knew what was happening. Heavy needed to find their missing; the distraction was all he had left.
"Give it up you imbecile," Spy snarled. "They're not here. Either they are still trapped, or they didn't think to come here of all places."
Heavy glared daggers into Spy. "We keep looking."
Spy sneered. He made a poor show of pretending to look, such as gently lifting stacks of folders and checking underneath. Pyro looked hard. They did. But every moment ticked by and their heart wasn't in it. They found some crackers in the cupboard and split them with Other Spy when Spy turned his nose up at them. Heavy didn't bother. He seemed to know that a few crackers wouldn't satisfy him.
They were sitting on one of the bunks, Heavy gone to check the surrounding canyon, when Other Spy asked them, "You care for your Spy. Why?"
"He's. He's my Spy?" Pyro didn't understand the question.
"He does not seem to respect you. Or treat you very well for that matter. Either of you."
"Yeah but… " But that was just the way Spy was. He could be cranky sometimes, but so what? He was smart, and a good teammate, and he wanted them to get them all through this. " hat else should I do? Not care?"
Other Spy had no response to that. The crackers disappeared quickly, and Pyro took to scrounging under the bed just in case Scout had stashed any of his ancient stale cookies over here. But to their surprise, they found something else they'd never expected to see.
"Hey!" they said, kicking the legs that were still sticking out from under the bed. "I think I found one of Demo's swords! The uh…the one with the long name I can't pronounce."
They dragged themself out, one hand gripping the hilt as the spiked metal thunked against the floorboards.
"It will be useful for one of us to have a weapon," Other Spy said approvingly. "Aside from the RED Spy, of course. I have no doubt he's still armed."
"No!" Pyro, now sitting on the bed again, clutched it close to their chest. "It belongs to Demo! We have to hold on to it until he gets back." The motion turned into a hug, trying to squeeze the barest dredges of familiarity from the cold iron. "…I hope he's alright."
Other Spy hesitated. Then he placed a hand on Pyro's shoulder, the one with the still missing bits of finger.
The sun rose higher, beating down harshly on anyone who left the shadow of the dam. Exhaustion hit was seeping into their bones by the time. Heavy came back from checking the perimeter of the base. He looked sweaty and sleepy, and Pyro could tell before asking that he hadn't had any luck.
"Anything?" Pyro they asked anyway.
"Nyet," Heavy said curtly, and that was that.
He took a drink of water from the sink. At least the pipes still worked. Spy smoked as Heavy glared at him, and Pyro was left between it all.
Heavy drained three cups before slamming his glass down on the table. "Heavy is going out again." He said it in a way that made it very clear the others should come with.
Pyro futzed with their hands. "Are you sure? Maybe we should just wait here, in case they come here and don't see anyone and then leave…"
Every minute they didn't find the other REDs was time to think, time for Heavy to become more irate, prone to…doing something bad. Pyro wasn't sure what. And the way the Spies were looking at each other felt the way their hand did when they stuck it in front of their flamethrower: pressure increasing, the rubber saving them but only for now. What they needed was a distraction, but, Heavy ignored them and moved towards the door.
"Wait!" Pyro jumped in front of him, trying to stop the RED's progress. "Heavy, uh…we…still haven't checked the top of the dam!"
"The top of the dam?" Spy scoffed. Sometimes, just sometimes, Pyro wanted to kick him in the shin. "Why would they be up there? And if they were, we would be able to see them from here."
Heavy paused, face impassive yet obviously thinking. "No…Pyro is right. Is smaller base at top of dam, on other side. Maybe others go there."
Spy snorted. "They why have they not come down? They would be looking for us as well."
"We go look," Heavy said. "Find out."
"Be my guest," Spy said with a roll of his eyes, motioning the stairwell door.
"All of us," Heavy said firmly.
Pyro couldn't understand why Spy was dragging his feet so hard when over this. Sure everyone but Heavy could see it was pointless, but the least he could do was put on a show of it. Instead he seemed to grow more cantankerous even as Heavy grew determined.
It had something to do with the fact it was Heavy's idea than the goal itself. They could feel the divide growing between the two. A knife, wedged between a pair of shoulder blades.
Spy complained all the way up. Heavy ignored him so Pyro did too, but when he turned his attention to Other Spy they could feel things about to get ugly.
"…And yet he's still here," Spy finished saying as they made their way into daylight. "Like a beacon of our downfall. The reason BLU was able to destroy our base in the first place, and probably attracting them here too."
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Other Spy said airily. Pyro was amazed he could do that, the mask that hid any weakness from hunger to pain.
"No doubt whatever method you've been using to communicate with your teammates, you've already let them know we've relocated. BLU is no doubt they are on their way to finish us off as we amuse ourselves with pointless tasks."
"BLU does not have the means to have blow up your base, any more than they had the means to shut down respawn." Other Spy leaned against the rail, as though Spy and his words meant nothing to him. "Honestly, give it up mon ami. So busy chasing where you think you've caught the rabbit's scent, you fail to notice the wolf looming over you."
Spy bristled. "Why deny? It is obvious it was them."
"Might I remind you that I also nearly died in the collapse?"
"A calculated attempt to keep you quiet."
Spy no longer sounded casually accusatory. Instead, there was a visceral anger just beneath the surface; a hatred Pyro didn't understand and never would. They knew what had gone on down in the infirmary. They hadn't let themself think about it while it was happening—terror, the insistence of the necessary. Now those were easing away.
Other Spy waved a hand. "Let us see the other base and be done up here. I wish to be out of this wind."
The wind was stronger here, positioned in the middle of the dam. It ruffled the edges of Spy's suit, but otherwise he remained impassive to their location. "Why suddenly so interested in finding the other REDs, hmm? You certainly weren't in a hurry before. In fact, it seems you are stalling for time."
Before Other Spy could say anything, Heavy interrupted, "Spy. Is enough."
"Enough?" Spy laughed, and there was an edge of hysteria to it. "Look at him! He's just waiting for BLU or his allies or whoever , just so he can stamp out the last of us."
"Spy," Heavy repeated, but Spy didn't stop.
"You let him go and he's going to get us killed. He did it before and he'll do it again."
The world was frozen. Pyro could see it, Spy's slight motion, the hand he favored passing just over his coat.
But just like that, the moment switched. A dime, falling on its head. Other Spy said, "You may try to pin this on me, mon ami , but I do not care for being you scapegoat. You, after all, had much more reason to blow up the base than I did."
The wind screamed through the silhouettes, cracking what would undoubtedly be terribly silent otherwise.
"What did you just say?" Spy hissed.
Other Spy straightened his shoulders. "You heard me. Perhaps it's time you answered your own charges."
"BLU. Explain," Heavy said, standing halfway between the Spies.
"Think about it," Other Spy said evenly. "He hated your Engineer. Even with me captured, he didn't have the support he needed to lead a charge against BLU. The only one stopping him was the Engineer who, shortly thereafter, winds up dead."
"How dare you." Spy's voice was rising, but the BLU wasn't done yet.
"And if he could get rid of the Engineer and blame BLU for it, well wouldn't that just be something?"
"Enfoiré ," Spy swore. He was shaking now, and with rage or fear Pyro wasn't even sure. "You think I would kill my own team? Maybe that is what goes on around on the BLU side of the battlefield but I am no traitor."
"Unconvincing words, coming from a Spy. I would know."
"Spy," Heavy said, and to Pyro's terror, there were the beginnings of suspicion forming. "Calm down. Anger does not help case."
"Case!?" Spy's voice was a shriek. "What case? It's baseless accusation."
Heavy raised an eyebrow at Other Spy. "Is true. Does BLU have any proof?"
"No more than he has against me. But. You should know that the explosion at your base was caused by a flame in the building's gas pipes."
"What?" Pyro balked, their gut suddenly twisting.
Spy shrugged. "It was easy enough to deduce when we were extracting the bodies from the Engineer's workshop. The damage was worst there, its origin point. The gas tank was probably stored right beneath it. Someone—incompetent enough to not know what they were doing but vengeful enough to try anyway—might attempt to blow up the room and end up bringing the whole base down with it."
Spy was sputtering now, his indignation and spite wrestling for control.
"You say Spy try to kill Engineer, and almost kill all. On accident?" Heavy's eyes flashed between the Spies.
"Indeed. He likely didn't even know Medic was in the room at the time."
There. That was the magic phrase. It was like sorcery before Pyro's eyes, watching Heavy swing from one side of the battle to the other like a great pendulum.
Spy saw the change in Heavy's eyes too. "Don't tell you actually believe all this nonsense?" he gaped. "This is just…him spewing whatever he thinks will exonerate himself."
"Spy still has not said anything in defense," Heavy said, neither accusatory nor comforting. "Where was at time of explosion?"
"Th-that is ridiculous! I shouldn't have to answer that!"
Heavy's eyes narrowed. "Bad answer."
"That it is. Why shouldn't we question your whereabouts?" The BLU Spy said, pushing exactly the right button.
"Because you are you BLU fils de pute! "
Spy moved so fast, Pyro thought the BLU might be dead before they even had a chance to blink. But the Spy just held his gun a shaking hand, pointing it directly at Other Spy's chest.
"Spy! Put it down!" Pyro stepped forward, in between the gun and the should-be prisoner. " You're acting crazy! "
"Oh I'm acting crazy?" Spy demanded, something wild in his eyes. " He's the one believing this interloper over me!" Spy's hand jerked just enough to indicate Heavy.
The BLU was one thing. Heavy was another. The RED. The BLU. When had Pyro started thinking like that?
"So?" Pyro said. " Just put it away, you're going to hurt someone. "
"Shut up!" Spy said, and suddenly, Pyro found the gun pointed at their own chest. "What? Are you going to start accusing me too? Throw your lot in with him instead of me?"
Pyro felt they couldn't move. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He was RED and they were friends and the only time Spy hurt them was when it wasn't actually Spy.
"SPY," Heavy roared. "Is enough. Give gun."
"Stay away from me! After everything I've done for this team stay away from me you fucking traitors!"
Heavy took the first step.
There was one tense moment where the world froze. Spy stood, back to the railing, gun shaking in his usually steady hands. Then Heavy lunged, and too many things happened at once.
The gun went off. Pain, bright pain, familiar and searing blossomed in Pyro's shoulder. It may have been a wish so hard that it became reality, that look they thought they saw flash across the RED Spy's features before the pain forced them to their knees. Shock. A widening of eyes like he hadn't really meant to pull the trigger. But yet it he had, and Pyro twisted as the gunshot rang across the dam.
Heavy was still moving, still reaching for Spy's gun. A reflex, a moment of recoil as Spy tried to step back-
And stumbled against the railing.
There was a split second where Heavy realized what was about to happen, changing his trajectory grabbing Spy's shirt instead. They willed him to make it, like the way they had willed Spy's regret into existence. But this time it didn't work.
They were powerless as they watched Heavy's fingers miss by inches. One moment Spy was there, and the next he was gone, disappearing over the edge of the dam.
All the oxygen disappeared from their lungs. They heard something: an unearthly wail, a sound he a scream of utter loss, and it took them a second to realize the sound was coming from them. They rushed forward, stumbling to look over the railing.
Maybe it was a small mercy they were too slow to see Spy's landing.
They felt their knees give. Heavy came forward—whether to look over the edge or to pull them—but Pyro didn't allow the moment to settle. They sprung to their feet, stumbling to walk as they made their way toward the stairs, red blood welling through black fingers as they tried to hold the pain inside them. The stairs. The ungodly stairs which should have been so much faster to descend than they had been climb, but it was decades and centuries before they put their boots in the water. It took more than ten minutes to fish Spy out of the river. He had drifted down near the capture point, body limp and broken among the rocks, found only when Heavy left Pyro to frantically search the same few feet of dam base over and over again. It felt like that if they could find him in just the right place, they could spare the moment, to bring it all back to a point where it could still be fixed.
They did chest pumps on his body. They pushed up their mask so they could blow air into his mouth. They did that until the sun had moved past its highest point and some time even after, the only two other living beings in the whole canyon watching them as they splintered Spy's ribs and sobbed.