There’s a moment where Agetta is too focused on the fight she is in, too focused on the frantic bliss she feels when she’s battling, that her gaze shifts from Garbage and his retreat to the river. Doesn’t notice where the other creatures are apart from the one she is digging her claws into. Finally, the shape she is fighting seems to sputter out and it ceases moving. And then, then she looks around.
And she cannot see him.
Everything is still around her, ghostly quiet except for her ragged breathing and the single word she whispers into the dark air. “Garbage?” His name is soft on her tongue, far kinder than the curse it had been meant as.
Agetta moves to the river, wincing in pain as she does but the sting of her injuries fades into the background as her feline eyes scan the dark water - looking for a sign as she splashes into the shallows. Panic begins to set in though she has just enough time to curse herself for not trying on more aquatic forms. She doesn’t know which animals can swim and see in the dark. So she takes flight as an eagle, not noticing or caring for the blood that falls from her into the inky water. Each wingbeat causes her heart to beat wilder and wilder and when she cannot see signs of him, of anyone, she begins to cry out his name. Over and over, shattering the darkness with it as she circles and feels the weight of her failure.
She had not been enough to keep him safe.
@[The Monsters] please do your thing with Agetta's light beam emission!