[ this is it, his mind keeps blaring — you're going to die here. they're going to die here. for as loud as the sudden shriek of snapping cables might be, he can still make out max's voice, sharp and piercing through the haze of his panic. he jerks against the wall, attempting to turn towards her, but in his haste, he stumbles, landing hard on the metal ground. his hands and knees ache, sharp pain darting up right through his limbs.
his mind feels rattled, as if he'd been picked up and shaken like some abused rattle. ]
L-Listen—
[ but he cuts himself. what is there to say? what is there to do? ]
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his mind feels rattled, as if he'd been picked up and shaken like some abused rattle. ]
L-Listen—
[ but he cuts himself. what is there to say? what is there to do? ]