[Her words hit hard and fast like a dagger to the chest—a different sort of pain than the stinging of his arms, but a much more potent one. Very suddenly, he is feeling the weight of those missing years in a way he hasn’t yet in the week since he arrived here. Before, it had been somewhat baffling and somewhat sad, yet still something he could contend with. But seeing her here, changed from the innocent and eager young girl he remembers, to… this? To someone who would turn against him to defend Silco, of all people?
It hits harder than he ever could have expected.
That unrecognizable fury in her eyes almost makes him feel like he’s looking at a stranger. And she only hammers it home further when she carelessly tosses that grenade of hers aside and right into the gathered crowd. The pleading retort he has dies on his tongue—there’s no time for words now, only a crestfallen look shot her way before he goes running after it.
The onlookers have already begun backing up a tad in confused apprehension, but the sight of the Shard-bearer central to the violent display put on just moments ago barreling toward them is enough to really light a fire under them. He hardly has to shout, Move!, before they start clearing out in earnest.
And it’s enough to give him just enough space to go after the frantically ticking object, reaching out for it as the noise reaches a crescendo—]
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It hits harder than he ever could have expected.
That unrecognizable fury in her eyes almost makes him feel like he’s looking at a stranger. And she only hammers it home further when she carelessly tosses that grenade of hers aside and right into the gathered crowd. The pleading retort he has dies on his tongue—there’s no time for words now, only a crestfallen look shot her way before he goes running after it.
The onlookers have already begun backing up a tad in confused apprehension, but the sight of the Shard-bearer central to the violent display put on just moments ago barreling toward them is enough to really light a fire under them. He hardly has to shout, Move!, before they start clearing out in earnest.
And it’s enough to give him just enough space to go after the frantically ticking object, reaching out for it as the noise reaches a crescendo—]