Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
To say that Sam was overwhelmed would massively undersell the sheer panic and disassociation coursing through his mind. The walls seemed far away and too close, crushing, closing in, oh god why could no one else feel the pressure--
He wasn't aware of his high pitched, desperate breathing, only seeing the flashbacks and images in his mind, the pain in the side of his head (he was on his knees now, the effort to stand just too much). Why oh why had he agreed to do this? He wasn't like these people, brave and capable and strong. He was weak, weak little Sam Wordy who couldn't do anything.
Vaguely he saw the figure appear before them, could hardly take in the horror of the ruined body with his own circus of nightmares blocking out any more possible trauma.
For the moment he just watched between fingers over his face, whole body shivers wracking him as he tried to process the sounds of The Cores voice into actual words in his head.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
