[the hand on his shoulder has him flinching. He squeezes his eyes shut and waits, expecting pain. He doesn't know how the pain will happen or where it'll come from, but he knows it's coming. He knows it'll be soon.
Will it be like the last time? Will he have time to think about it before it happens?
The threats rain down, and that makes everything feel more final. It's going to be soon. He's being given a message to relay after he revives. Will he be alone here while he's dead? Will he be alone when he wakes? What does a second death feel like?
...And then the pressure lifts, and he bolts as quickly as he can manage. It's cowardace. He's ashamed of it. But they'll need time to prepare.
when Ward makes his move, they'll have to be ready.]
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Will it be like the last time? Will he have time to think about it before it happens?
The threats rain down, and that makes everything feel more final. It's going to be soon. He's being given a message to relay after he revives. Will he be alone here while he's dead? Will he be alone when he wakes? What does a second death feel like?
...And then the pressure lifts, and he bolts as quickly as he can manage. It's cowardace. He's ashamed of it. But they'll need time to prepare.
when Ward makes his move, they'll have to be ready.]