[ he's taken a few steps that afford him a clearer view of what's happening in the fight, and that means he does see that gruesome turn of events. the blood, those steps amos takes before collapsing, the tenor of misa's scream: he won't ever forget any of that. a thought that flashes through his mind, here and gone, is that he's not worth this. he's just — not.
but he almost isn't aware of having thought that. because the bigger part of him is having a hard time looking away from the spill of red pouring out of amos, flecking ernesto's front. there's visceral horror, of course, that swells in his throat like it might choke him. but the bigger part of him is standing in a darkened alley, a man falling at his feet, and oh light, there'd been so much blood
misa screams for help, and ernesto shouts, and akua directs him, and the only thing worse than anything that's happened already would be if this was for nothing.
he breathes, sharply, unaware that he'd stopped for a long moment. and then he flings the Power at the wall.
it's unbelievably tempting to blow up the entire wall, the entire prison, especially with the power to do it burning through every fiber of his body. but, he has friends here. but, they still have to protect vaeka. but, they can't afford to make the kenoma want to move her to light knows where. so instead,
he grits his teeth, and a careful section of the wall shakes loose. all that blazing light and reeking darkness swirl around him as he pushes enough stones loose to make a man-sized hole, the rectangular piece of wall suspended in the air as he pulls it inside. ]
I'm right behind you. Go!
[ ernesto's bound to be the slowest with the stone foot, so he shouldn't be covering their escape. akua's a better option, but with amos hurt and misa distracted and rand's intimate understanding of how her petrification works — they're not going to be followed. the jail's large enough that it's possible no one heard her. and he is, after all, holding the wall; and he is, after all, going to put it back once they're all out, all the better to prevent them being followed. if there's any incredible irony in the martyr insisting on being the last outside in his own rescue, well. it doesn't occur to him. ]
cw: blood, throat trauma, mental trauma....we're doing great fam
but he almost isn't aware of having thought that. because the bigger part of him is having a hard time looking away from the spill of red pouring out of amos, flecking ernesto's front. there's visceral horror, of course, that swells in his throat like it might choke him. but the bigger part of him is standing in a darkened alley, a man falling at his feet, and oh light, there'd been so much blood
misa screams for help, and ernesto shouts, and akua directs him, and the only thing worse than anything that's happened already would be if this was for nothing.
he breathes, sharply, unaware that he'd stopped for a long moment. and then he flings the Power at the wall.
it's unbelievably tempting to blow up the entire wall, the entire prison, especially with the power to do it burning through every fiber of his body. but, he has friends here. but, they still have to protect vaeka. but, they can't afford to make the kenoma want to move her to light knows where. so instead,
he grits his teeth, and a careful section of the wall shakes loose. all that blazing light and reeking darkness swirl around him as he pushes enough stones loose to make a man-sized hole, the rectangular piece of wall suspended in the air as he pulls it inside. ]
I'm right behind you. Go!
[ ernesto's bound to be the slowest with the stone foot, so he shouldn't be covering their escape. akua's a better option, but with amos hurt and misa distracted and rand's intimate understanding of how her petrification works — they're not going to be followed. the jail's large enough that it's possible no one heard her. and he is, after all, holding the wall; and he is, after all, going to put it back once they're all out, all the better to prevent them being followed. if there's any incredible irony in the martyr insisting on being the last outside in his own rescue, well. it doesn't occur to him. ]