[ It becomes a wave of crimson hues, both brightening and darkening, as the sounds weave in and out. Mostly, it lingers on dark, the torture of the black constantly reeling back in and leaving him vulnerable. His breath grows fast, as if slipping into shock, an overwhelming cloud of hopelessness filling him —
And then he hears the crunching of metal, the collision of it hitting the wooden floor, before footsteps pace closer towards him.
He can't make her out definitively, but he can tell that she's there even before her voice reaches him. A familiar voice, but his state of mind leaves him little room to focus on that fact. The touch of her hand over his shoulder forces him to shiver, forces him to become so much more aware of all that's around him. His eyes widen even though the action itself doesn't improve his situation and his lip quivers as he battles in his head for a response. ]
I — I can't see. [ Glass pricks at the bottom of his foot where he steps back towards the wall, forcing him to wince. ] Everything looks ... it all looks like it's on fire. I don't — I don't know what happened.
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And then he hears the crunching of metal, the collision of it hitting the wooden floor, before footsteps pace closer towards him.
He can't make her out definitively, but he can tell that she's there even before her voice reaches him. A familiar voice, but his state of mind leaves him little room to focus on that fact. The touch of her hand over his shoulder forces him to shiver, forces him to become so much more aware of all that's around him. His eyes widen even though the action itself doesn't improve his situation and his lip quivers as he battles in his head for a response. ]
I — I can't see. [ Glass pricks at the bottom of his foot where he steps back towards the wall, forcing him to wince. ] Everything looks ... it all looks like it's on fire. I don't — I don't know what happened.