( this is- this is all too much. was everything so loud before? )
I- yes- we'd dealt with that man, Hennon, but-
( vaikal swoops over his shoulder, desperately trying to put weight on him but- it is too small. he still doesn't know where the little dragon came from. chung squeezes his eyes shut (why does he feel so unsteady?) so much is gone, why is it gone-
and this place with it's oppressive eyes in the fog, the laughter in the treeline, his father, no map, the clear bloodshed (his friends are hurt they're hurt and he couldn't help)-
cw: panic attacks
I- yes- we'd dealt with that man, Hennon, but-
( vaikal swoops over his shoulder, desperately trying to put weight on him but- it is too small. he still doesn't know where the little dragon came from. chung squeezes his eyes shut (why does he feel so unsteady?) so much is gone, why is it gone-
and this place with it's oppressive eyes in the fog, the laughter in the treeline, his father, no map, the clear bloodshed (his friends are hurt they're hurt and he couldn't help)-
it's all too much.
he can't breathe. )
S- stop. Please-