SASCHA
The thoughts rushed through his head to fast to even try to grasp them and everything was spinning now before his very eyes. The warm grass he sat on didn't even exist, it was like it had been falling away underneath him as the realisation of his now destiny grasped him with a iron fist. No way home.. There was NO. WAY. HOME. He was gonna die, this was it, the end had come. Was this the punishment for him leaving the army that came to haunt him? Karma was certainly a powerful thing after all and a foe that was unpredictable and sending people away to different worlds it seamed. His body were shaking slightly over the punishment he now had to endure as Are's voice tried to break through his skull. It was almost like a ringing in his head tried to block the others voice and completely pull Sascha into a pit of total despair.
He had to struggle to snap up what Are was trying to tell him and it all sounded muffled where he sat trying to focus on breathing. As the air filled his lungs time upon time he started to here Are's voice clearer with each calming breath with such a terrific timing that he managed to hear his very last question clearly whilst the other sadly had gone unnotcied from his panic. He swallowed as he looked up with eyes reflectioning pure fright that shot out on poor Are. What was he even supposed to reply to this bisarre question? Was he hurt? He felt like he had fallen down an endless staircase right now so the hurt was there to say the least but not as much bodily as mentally. He tried to clear his thoughts before he opened his mouth, lips shaking, and replied with pure despair; "I don't t-think so.." He turned down his gaze to the grass as his hands started to press on his legs and arms to make sure it all was unhurt. He was sore but nothing seamed broken at least which was the smallest good point in his entire existance right now.
He felt in pure horror how his black eyes started to tear up as the crybaby he once had been as a child which in the traitorous light of the groove made them glimmer even though they where watching the green grass. Come on! Stop crying like a child, at least where there was people that could see him! He was 20 years old! He couldn't start crying over the smallest of things right? He was to old for this.. He TRIED to descreetly clear his watery eyes as he tried to stand up again on those shaky legs. It took some effort but he managed to stand and looked up on Are with a look of a lost and alone puppy dog. Looking fragile and alot younger then he was as he tried to gather courage within him. "What am i supposed to do now...?"
