In a world with trolls, a world that has now thrust him into outer space or some highly accurate simulation of space with the intention of watching him fight tooth and nail for survival, ‘superpowers’ is just about as good an explanation as any. Day by day, fewer and fewer things seem within the realm of impossibility -- and in the end, maybe it’s not the ‘how’ that matters so much as the rescue in itself.
He had seen her turn away, felt his stomach drop a little more with every step placed between them. But here he is out in the hall he remembers passing through - a pervasive, eerie silence in the air like the stillness of a frozen lake before that bone-snap of cracking ice - only because she had committed herself to doing something of no benefit to her. He’s under no illusion that everyone would do the same if they could.
When her question comes he wills himself to nod before he finds the breath to answer, faintly and then more reassuringly. The brush of her fingers is unexpectedly tender and out of place and he lifts his head, considering her with worn, confused eyes. Vividly remembering mom's kindnesses the days he had missed school laid up in bed with a fever. Reminded of Nick dropping off homework and chewing absently at his thumbnail while pacing a hole through his bedroom rug and wondering when he’d be able to come out and play again.
“Yeah…" He shakes his head clear, tries to, his chest hurting in a different way. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks -- thank you.” There is no waiting for his dizzy spell to pass or wasting this second chance at life she has given him. He braces a hand against the nearest wall and carefully pushes onto his feet.
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He had seen her turn away, felt his stomach drop a little more with every step placed between them. But here he is out in the hall he remembers passing through - a pervasive, eerie silence in the air like the stillness of a frozen lake before that bone-snap of cracking ice - only because she had committed herself to doing something of no benefit to her. He’s under no illusion that everyone would do the same if they could.
When her question comes he wills himself to nod before he finds the breath to answer, faintly and then more reassuringly. The brush of her fingers is unexpectedly tender and out of place and he lifts his head, considering her with worn, confused eyes. Vividly remembering mom's kindnesses the days he had missed school laid up in bed with a fever. Reminded of Nick dropping off homework and chewing absently at his thumbnail while pacing a hole through his bedroom rug and wondering when he’d be able to come out and play again.
“Yeah…" He shakes his head clear, tries to, his chest hurting in a different way. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks -- thank you.” There is no waiting for his dizzy spell to pass or wasting this second chance at life she has given him. He braces a hand against the nearest wall and carefully pushes onto his feet.