[ Before he hears her voice he's on the ground again, searching fruitlessly in the dark for something that refuses to be found. The pavement is cold and his knees land in puddles, wracking him with shivers he barely is aware of. Rain streaks his face like tears, but at least it washes the blood away.
But the broken silence is sharp, it cracks at his attention like a whip. ]
What?
[ He looks at her, straight at her, his hair limply drenched and clinging against his face. But it's not a voice from above, or from within, it's Danger, and she doesn't hold the sway over his decisions that the coin would. ]
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But the broken silence is sharp, it cracks at his attention like a whip. ]
What?
[ He looks at her, straight at her, his hair limply drenched and clinging against his face. But it's not a voice from above, or from within, it's Danger, and she doesn't hold the sway over his decisions that the coin would. ]
I can't do this, Danger.