She was shaking, when he held her against him, she was shaking and she was paler than he'd ever seen her, and her dark eyes were so wide the white was visible all the way around the pupils. But she wasn't unfocused, she wasn't hyperventilating, and she wasn't crying. Those were bonus points in her estimation at least, and she is biting her lip in her effort to focus on what it was that he was saying. It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real.
But there were very very few people in the world that Alex Reagan actually hated. Honestly, before she met Richard people who she'd personally hated were few and far between. It was a list that was small and for the most part, they were people that Alex generally considered alright to exist. There definitely people in her orbit now who she considered not alright to exist. And honestly the one that was the worst (and who was a figment of her partner's imagination at current) was just pushed into a tree.
"It's not real," the words are soft, mirrors of his own but spoken without the same sort of certainity that Strand's had. More than once (or a hundred times even) Alex had wished that she'd had Strand's certainity to keep her safe, and now she was wishing that even more so as the Helvation was so close to them again. Trying to focus, to push it aside as much as Richard had done with Warren, Alex couldn't do it, even with an added extra push of her hand. The Helvation laughed. "Of course you can't do it, Alex. There's nothing special or supernatural about you. You just happened to get very very lucky. But luck doesn't hold out forever. You may have escaped before, because of luck or Nic or something else, but you're time is running out."
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But there were very very few people in the world that Alex Reagan actually hated. Honestly, before she met Richard people who she'd personally hated were few and far between. It was a list that was small and for the most part, they were people that Alex generally considered alright to exist. There definitely people in her orbit now who she considered not alright to exist. And honestly the one that was the worst (and who was a figment of her partner's imagination at current) was just pushed into a tree.
"It's not real," the words are soft, mirrors of his own but spoken without the same sort of certainity that Strand's had. More than once (or a hundred times even) Alex had wished that she'd had Strand's certainity to keep her safe, and now she was wishing that even more so as the Helvation was so close to them again. Trying to focus, to push it aside as much as Richard had done with Warren, Alex couldn't do it, even with an added extra push of her hand. The Helvation laughed. "Of course you can't do it, Alex. There's nothing special or supernatural about you. You just happened to get very very lucky. But luck doesn't hold out forever. You may have escaped before, because of luck or Nic or something else, but you're time is running out."