Wind blows out through the door. It carries heat with it and it carries a scream, a faint scream. His hand pushes against the ground, trying to push him backward. The metal tips of its first couple fingers shriek against the floor and he pushes back desperately, the heels of his boots push against the floor. The door hangs open. His hand tightens around a wrist. Bones, muscle, skin warm under his hand.
"Firo. Firo. What you have to say you'd better say quickly, I- I won't be, I'm not, I wasn't here for much longer."
He shudders. His hand moves from Firo's wrist, slides up, curls itself clumsily over Firo's palm and winds a couple fingers next to Firo's own, trying to grip. "The door hangs open. If you'd have spoken, if you'll speak with the rest of them, speak, quickly, quickly."
His boot heels push back against the floor to the tune of distant shrieking, his own. He recognizes the voice. He remembers. His fingers curl up against a palm, someone else's palm, and he hardly notices. The door hangs open.
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Wind blows out through the door. It carries heat with it and it carries a scream, a faint scream. His hand pushes against the ground, trying to push him backward. The metal tips of its first couple fingers shriek against the floor and he pushes back desperately, the heels of his boots push against the floor. The door hangs open. His hand tightens around a wrist. Bones, muscle, skin warm under his hand.
"Firo. Firo. What you have to say you'd better say quickly, I- I won't be, I'm not, I wasn't here for much longer."
He shudders. His hand moves from Firo's wrist, slides up, curls itself clumsily over Firo's palm and winds a couple fingers next to Firo's own, trying to grip. "The door hangs open. If you'd have spoken, if you'll speak with the rest of them, speak, quickly, quickly."
His boot heels push back against the floor to the tune of distant shrieking, his own. He recognizes the voice. He remembers. His fingers curl up against a palm, someone else's palm, and he hardly notices. The door hangs open.