[The Hork-Bajir's eyes aren't great, but he can see it, the moment she gets that look. Marco's seen it a thousand times, on the faces of his friends, on his own face in the mirror - the moment something comes up that reminds a person of something terrible they experienced, something that left an impression. Something that really dug into the mind so deeply, sunk its ugly claws in so sharply that it overrides everything logical and rational and throws a person into immediate jaw-clenching, eye-popping, pants-peeing terror.
He can see the way she stumbles back from him like he's a monster (he doesn't blame her, he is, and not just right now) and hunches over, she throws up between her feet, and shakes, jerky and violent while she empties her guts onto the floor.
Marco is pretty sure he's never reversed a morph so fast in his life, but it still takes a half-minute to get back to himself. When he jogs over to her, leans in a bit but doesn't touch her just yet, he's gasping for air, sweating slightly like he's run a marathon.]
Hey, hey, Chyler. Come on, snap out of it. It's just me, that was just me, and I'm not gonna hurt you.
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He can see the way she stumbles back from him like he's a monster (he doesn't blame her, he is, and not just right now) and hunches over, she throws up between her feet, and shakes, jerky and violent while she empties her guts onto the floor.
Marco is pretty sure he's never reversed a morph so fast in his life, but it still takes a half-minute to get back to himself. When he jogs over to her, leans in a bit but doesn't touch her just yet, he's gasping for air, sweating slightly like he's run a marathon.]
Hey, hey, Chyler. Come on, snap out of it. It's just me, that was just me, and I'm not gonna hurt you.