Ran’s not one for vulnerability. Even strapped to a gurney with a fresh stump where her arm used to be, she’s cracking jokes-- and not the kind EMTs usually hear from someone actively dying.
This page slows things down just enough to let the weight hit. The restraints. The pain med limits. The casual mention of cops already waiting. It’s not just blood Ran’s losing-- it’s control.
But instead of panicking, she deflects with sarcasm. It’s her armor. And in this case, it’s all she has left.
The line about being arrested twice? That’s vintage Ran-- equal parts exhaustion and gallows wit. It’s not a laugh line. It’s a reminder that even when the world’s burning, she’s not done giving it the finger.
Next page, we check in on who’s still in her corner.
