His breath hitches a little. He's got to fight to keep the sound smooth, keep his face clear and neutral at the very least. It's harder than it should be. It's harder than it's ever been.
There's a lot he wants to ask that won't give him answers. His family, what Sam's been up to, what the hell is going on in their world. There's just as much he might even be willing to plead. He doesn't want to go, there might be some way out, whether he will see his mother and when. At least he wants to know he's not in hell.
His heart pounds loud enough he can here it. Ba-bump, ba-bump. "Good," He says to that first bit. Ba-bump. "Thank you," He says next. There's nothing left now he hasn't already said.
He doesn't want to, but he steps back, into the fading world where he starts to fade with it. Ba...bump. He curls his fists, closes his eyes. He tries to hear Sam in his head and feel wind under his wings. He'll be alright. He's Redwing. He'll be gone before anyone can hear a flat line.
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There's a lot he wants to ask that won't give him answers. His family, what Sam's been up to, what the hell is going on in their world. There's just as much he might even be willing to plead. He doesn't want to go, there might be some way out, whether he will see his mother and when. At least he wants to know he's not in hell.
His heart pounds loud enough he can here it. Ba-bump, ba-bump. "Good," He says to that first bit. Ba-bump. "Thank you," He says next. There's nothing left now he hasn't already said.
He doesn't want to, but he steps back, into the fading world where he starts to fade with it. Ba...bump. He curls his fists, closes his eyes. He tries to hear Sam in his head and feel wind under his wings. He'll be alright. He's Redwing. He'll be gone before anyone can hear a flat line.