[ Verso's all movement, cutting the gold sash from his arm, pocketing the black-based number that Gustave doesn't glance at, even idly, because he's grown as still as one of those poor dead expeditioners on the continent, petrified with their chroma still locked inside. He can hear a faint ringing in his ears. ]
... What?
[ Maelle's tear-streaked face, her fists slamming against the glowing walls of her painted cage. Run. Please run.
He can feel a cold bead of sweat trickle down his neck, but he can't tell if it's real, or if it's the sweat he'd felt there in that cave, humid salt air kissing his skin, the sharp calls of seabirds lost on the breeze. The sound of waves smashing against glossy black basalt. His vision fading.
( For those who come after... right? )
Verso leans to bandage his wounds, and only then does he shake himself loose of the memory that had gripped him, finding as he does that his breath is coming a little too fast. ]
Yeah. I... yeah. Right, of course.
[ He shakes his head, a small, short gesture as he blinks like he's trying to clear haze from his eyes, flicks his glance up to Verso. ]
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... What?
[ Maelle's tear-streaked face, her fists slamming against the glowing walls of her painted cage. Run. Please run.
He can feel a cold bead of sweat trickle down his neck, but he can't tell if it's real, or if it's the sweat he'd felt there in that cave, humid salt air kissing his skin, the sharp calls of seabirds lost on the breeze. The sound of waves smashing against glossy black basalt. His vision fading.
Verso leans to bandage his wounds, and only then does he shake himself loose of the memory that had gripped him, finding as he does that his breath is coming a little too fast. ]
Yeah. I... yeah. Right, of course.
[ He shakes his head, a small, short gesture as he blinks like he's trying to clear haze from his eyes, flicks his glance up to Verso. ]
That'll help. Thanks.