[ As tense as a bowstring but he will turn, however stiffly, to peek up at Solomon from under the shadow of curly hair. ]
Are we, though? Are we...?
[ He's trying his best to get his breathing under control. It becomes easier as the pain, the sensations, and all the horror drain away, fading alongside the memory of the past. It would have worked, too, if it wasn't for the crack of thunder that echoes far overhead before he truly has a chance to ground himself properly.
Despite the thick forest canopy overhead and the frozen wintery landscape around them, fat, warm raindrops can be felt beginning to trickle down. Bruno looks up with a startled jerk. ]
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Are we, though? Are we...?
[ He's trying his best to get his breathing under control. It becomes easier as the pain, the sensations, and all the horror drain away, fading alongside the memory of the past. It would have worked, too, if it wasn't for the crack of thunder that echoes far overhead before he truly has a chance to ground himself properly.
Despite the thick forest canopy overhead and the frozen wintery landscape around them, fat, warm raindrops can be felt beginning to trickle down. Bruno looks up with a startled jerk. ]
Wh-what? Rain?