The lights, the sounds... it's completely overwhelming. There are no lights like this back home, no sounds this loud and jarring, and rather than be entranced, the strident sounds and flashing lights bore into his skull, making it ache. This is not Trost. This is not home. This is... this is where he ended up.
This is hell. It must be.
Marco curls in a corner, his head tucked between his knees and his arms behind it, shivering and miserable, tears running down his face. He's still wearing his military uniform, but the upper right third of it has been torn away, leaving his arm and shoulder exposed. His hair is a mess, sticking up in damp whorls and cowlicks, plastered down on the right side of his head with something sticky and thick.
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The lights, the sounds... it's completely overwhelming. There are no lights like this back home, no sounds this loud and jarring, and rather than be entranced, the strident sounds and flashing lights bore into his skull, making it ache. This is not Trost. This is not home. This is... this is where he ended up.
This is hell. It must be.
Marco curls in a corner, his head tucked between his knees and his arms behind it, shivering and miserable, tears running down his face. He's still wearing his military uniform, but the upper right third of it has been torn away, leaving his arm and shoulder exposed. His hair is a mess, sticking up in damp whorls and cowlicks, plastered down on the right side of his head with something sticky and thick.