[The glass slices his palms and Koby hisses in pain, but pulls himself up and out, into the smoky air, scrambling out and coughing, then turning and reaching back down to Iggy.]
Come on, grab on! [His hands are bloody, but he's much stronger than he looks, years of swabbing decks giving him a surprising amount of arm strength. He lifts, and the smoke curls under the door and the fire has the other windows in the train car cracking, threatening to shatter.]
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Come on, grab on! [His hands are bloody, but he's much stronger than he looks, years of swabbing decks giving him a surprising amount of arm strength. He lifts, and the smoke curls under the door and the fire has the other windows in the train car cracking, threatening to shatter.]