Signless is ripping off another layer, his sweater, to add over top Psiioniic's jacket to cover the bleeding stumps. He should have known better. He'd had an awful, nagging feeling in the back of his mind since they left the house but he'd ignored it. Why did he ignore it, those feelings are never something he should ignore. Now Milla is missing her lower legs and bleeding everywhere-

No, no, no, stop! There'll be time for guilt later. Right now Milla is the priority. He takes a moment to cup her cheek and quickly kiss her forehead. "Milla, listen to Psii. Keep talking. Please keep talking." He jerks his attention to Psii. "Follow me. The cold will help slow down the bleeding." A brief pap to his best friend's cheek, the most reassurance he can supply right now, and he's running outside.

In retrospect, walking to the post office is the second worst thing they could have done. The first is coming at all.