[Thankfully there is more than just beasts waiting to storm into this room. The voices are startling, and it takes him a moment to recognize who they belonged to in his feverish haze. But it’s friends, at least two of them that he can hear—and he can feel the third through that ever-present hum of background Exalt empathy, now that he knows to pay attention.]
What are you—
[Voice hoarse, he cuts off whatever sort of disbelief or protest that is on his tongue as they storm into the room. He knows why they’re here—to get his ass out of trouble—and perhaps it’s a little bit of shame that’s robbing him of his voice here for the moment. But there’s a memory coming screaming to the surface of his mind that’s doing one hell of a job of distracting him from thinking properly.
This is not the first time he’s been exhausted and bloody, restrained and in need of rescue. At least this time it wasn’t his kids making an insane risk for him. But he can’t stop thinking about it nonetheless. Claggor trying to break down the wall to give them a path to escape. Mylo trying to keep his hands steady as he picked the locks on his restraints. Vi fighting off every thug Silco threw at them, all on her own. The explosion that—
His eyes dart to the old and worn out stuffed rabbit that sits on one of the nearby shelves, distinctly out of place amongst his captor’s collection of equipment.
And then suddenly Akua slips into view, Amos not far behind. He can hear the familiar sounds of Hayame’s bow firing and the beasts howling as her arrows find their mark. He can focus on the present again, take deep breaths to calm the thunderous pace of his heart thudding in his chest.
He forces himself to find his words, find that calm that got him through this the last time and in much more dire circumstances.]
Be careful. [A breath. He clears his throat.] Don’t know… what might be lying in wait here.
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What are you—
[Voice hoarse, he cuts off whatever sort of disbelief or protest that is on his tongue as they storm into the room. He knows why they’re here—to get his ass out of trouble—and perhaps it’s a little bit of shame that’s robbing him of his voice here for the moment. But there’s a memory coming screaming to the surface of his mind that’s doing one hell of a job of distracting him from thinking properly.
This is not the first time he’s been exhausted and bloody, restrained and in need of rescue. At least this time it wasn’t his kids making an insane risk for him. But he can’t stop thinking about it nonetheless. Claggor trying to break down the wall to give them a path to escape. Mylo trying to keep his hands steady as he picked the locks on his restraints. Vi fighting off every thug Silco threw at them, all on her own. The explosion that—
His eyes dart to the old and worn out stuffed rabbit that sits on one of the nearby shelves, distinctly out of place amongst his captor’s collection of equipment.
And then suddenly Akua slips into view, Amos not far behind. He can hear the familiar sounds of Hayame’s bow firing and the beasts howling as her arrows find their mark. He can focus on the present again, take deep breaths to calm the thunderous pace of his heart thudding in his chest.
He forces himself to find his words, find that calm that got him through this the last time and in much more dire circumstances.]
Be careful. [A breath. He clears his throat.] Don’t know… what might be lying in wait here.