[ A 19 is a damn good roll, and it not only gets Tod to loosen his grip but drop Alex as well. The corpse stumbles at the kick, and falls through a door frame from the punch, while Alex coughs and presses his wrist to his throat, in lieu of rubbing it with a hand. ]
H- I swear, he was a lot nicer when he was alive. [ Incredibly hoarse. He's joking, that's probably a good sign? Probably.
Not a lot of time to recover, but Alex has a moment to breathe, and he's going to take it. Ms. Lewton's starting to get back up, and... It's time to take care of this. ]
You're not...here. You're i- in...my mind. [ He bites down tight on his lips. ] But I- I haven't forgot you. I haven't- I haven't forgot any of you. [ None of the silhouettes. None of the survivors. No one. ] ...A-and I'm n-not... I'm not...doing okay, right now.
[ I mean you can't feel it right now. ]
...I-I can't...decide anything to do. I can't. Not right now. [ Can you honestly tell me you came to this through some thought process of your own? ] I g-gotta take care of some things.
But 'm never gonna- I'm sorry. I'm sorry for...all of it. [ (For savin- no, stop it. shut up.) ] ...Gimme time. A- and I'll figure this out, when I- ...when I can trust myself again.
[ Fire forms at his limp finger tips. He nods to Beaky, who starts to fly up and away. ]
Just hang on 'til then. Okay?
[ He doesn't give the corpses time to speak. In quick succession, he launches fireballs, three of them. Ms. Lewton, Billy, Terry-and-Carter. A silent apology all-the-while. Their screams echo and he winces as the group melts. Ms. Lewton's sobbing, Billy gargling, and- and Carter's drawing Terry into a last hug. That one, he has to look away from.
And now, all that's left...
Tod groans in a doorway. That that was Clear starts crawling from the mirror again. First, and last. Alex hesitates, a lump rising in his throat. ]
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H- I swear, he was a lot nicer when he was alive. [ Incredibly hoarse. He's joking, that's probably a good sign? Probably.
Not a lot of time to recover, but Alex has a moment to breathe, and he's going to take it. Ms. Lewton's starting to get back up, and... It's time to take care of this. ]
You're not...here. You're i- in...my mind. [ He bites down tight on his lips. ] But I- I haven't forgot you. I haven't- I haven't forgot any of you. [ None of the silhouettes. None of the survivors. No one. ] ...A-and I'm n-not... I'm not...doing okay, right now.
[ I mean you can't feel it right now. ]
...I-I can't...decide anything to do. I can't. Not right now. [ Can you honestly tell me you came to this through some thought process of your own? ] I g-gotta take care of some things.
But 'm never gonna- I'm sorry. I'm sorry for...all of it. [ (For savin- no, stop it. shut up.) ] ...Gimme time. A- and I'll figure this out, when I- ...when I can trust myself again.
[ Fire forms at his limp finger tips. He nods to Beaky, who starts to fly up and away. ]
Just hang on 'til then. Okay?
[ He doesn't give the corpses time to speak. In quick succession, he launches fireballs, three of them. Ms. Lewton, Billy, Terry-and-Carter. A silent apology all-the-while. Their screams echo and he winces as the group melts. Ms. Lewton's sobbing, Billy gargling, and- and Carter's drawing Terry into a last hug. That one, he has to look away from.
And now, all that's left...
Tod groans in a doorway. That that was Clear starts crawling from the mirror again. First, and last. Alex hesitates, a lump rising in his throat. ]