I need to... um... [His voice is shaky, and it cracks a little. From the look on his face, he may not have heard those reassuring words at all.]
I... I need to sit down... [One slow step is taken toward the direction of the couch, and then his legs buckle beneath him. First he collapses onto his knees, and then he presses his hands to either side of his face, slumping in a strange sort of crouch onto the floor.
An insistent scratching and a couple of whines, followed by Baldr's voice calling his name floats down the corridor that would lead to his room, but Hope doesn't move or give it any kind of acknowledgment. All that he can hear, and see, is that horrific scene on the bridge—the explosions, the screams of terror, and watching the most important person in his life fall to her death.
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I... I need to sit down... [One slow step is taken toward the direction of the couch, and then his legs buckle beneath him. First he collapses onto his knees, and then he presses his hands to either side of his face, slumping in a strange sort of crouch onto the floor.
An insistent scratching and a couple of whines, followed by Baldr's voice calling his name floats down the corridor that would lead to his room, but Hope doesn't move or give it any kind of acknowledgment. All that he can hear, and see, is that horrific scene on the bridge—the explosions, the screams of terror, and watching the most important person in his life fall to her death.
Except now it's Lightning he sees in her place.]