[He can hear Vash through his hands, and it starts to cut through the snarling sound in his ear. He stares at him for a long moment before his hands fall limply to his sides.
A part of him is aware that he's not right. It's why he reached out to Vash at all. He'd never call him if he knew truly, that it wasn't safe. But panic does weird things to him.
So do Vash's hands. A moment ago it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. But Vash's hands caught it, pushed it back in. It's still there for now.
He stares. He breathes. He ignores the feeling that something dangerous is just over his shoulder.]
We tried to summon their god.
[The most coherent sentence he's been able to focus on yet.]
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A part of him is aware that he's not right. It's why he reached out to Vash at all. He'd never call him if he knew truly, that it wasn't safe. But panic does weird things to him.
So do Vash's hands. A moment ago it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. But Vash's hands caught it, pushed it back in. It's still there for now.
He stares. He breathes. He ignores the feeling that something dangerous is just over his shoulder.]
We tried to summon their god.
[The most coherent sentence he's been able to focus on yet.]