[ Her words mean nothing to him. They're just sounds she's making, and why is so beyond him he doesn't so much as consider the question. All he knows is she's right there, right before him, alive when she needs to not be, he needs to kill her, and he isn't going to stop until she's dead—
He doesn't notice any glow, any change in the air, too focused on trying to maul her with claws extended ready to tear into her frame, and then there isn't any air anymore, there isn't any anything, and he's scrambling.
It's the first time anything other than anger has seeped through his brain: it's panic. He'd already been exhaling as he'd suddenly found himself in vacuum space, and he's still advancing towards her by virtue of his own momentum, but that all suddenly comes to a halt. He can't breathe. He can't charge her. He's left in nothing, and his limbs flail in response; a mindless, frantic reaction.
If he'd been himself, he'd have known what to do. He can handle not breathing for a couple of minutes, has had to do it before. He'd also know to not really do anything, let his momentum carry him forward, and then he'd be out of this space. He's never been fully immersed in vacuum before — not without a suit — but he's spent more than enough time crawling around on the hulls of ships to know what to do.
He is not himself. Or if he is, he's the truest version of himself; the self that was born in and forged by Baltimore, who was never supposed to leave those city blocks, never supposed to touch space. He is also granted a defence he should not normally have; radiation would take much longer to affect him in this state, shell of an outer body repelling everything as much as it can because killing her is more important than succumbing to wherever he is now.
But what's left of his mind is freaking out, causing his body to halt its progress. He had been on the verge of making it out the other side; now he's stuck partway through, a kind of primal fear in his eyes as he looks around him, not at her.
Something in him tells him he's going to die, and there's almost something peaceful to it as he feels his limbs go limp, his eyes slide shut. He's going to die and that's okay, as he remains stuck in vacuum, unknowing of when it will no longer be his entire world. ]
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He doesn't notice any glow, any change in the air, too focused on trying to maul her with claws extended ready to tear into her frame, and then there isn't any air anymore, there isn't any anything, and he's scrambling.
It's the first time anything other than anger has seeped through his brain: it's panic. He'd already been exhaling as he'd suddenly found himself in vacuum space, and he's still advancing towards her by virtue of his own momentum, but that all suddenly comes to a halt. He can't breathe. He can't charge her. He's left in nothing, and his limbs flail in response; a mindless, frantic reaction.
If he'd been himself, he'd have known what to do. He can handle not breathing for a couple of minutes, has had to do it before. He'd also know to not really do anything, let his momentum carry him forward, and then he'd be out of this space. He's never been fully immersed in vacuum before — not without a suit — but he's spent more than enough time crawling around on the hulls of ships to know what to do.
He is not himself. Or if he is, he's the truest version of himself; the self that was born in and forged by Baltimore, who was never supposed to leave those city blocks, never supposed to touch space. He is also granted a defence he should not normally have; radiation would take much longer to affect him in this state, shell of an outer body repelling everything as much as it can because killing her is more important than succumbing to wherever he is now.
But what's left of his mind is freaking out, causing his body to halt its progress. He had been on the verge of making it out the other side; now he's stuck partway through, a kind of primal fear in his eyes as he looks around him, not at her.
Something in him tells him he's going to die, and there's almost something peaceful to it as he feels his limbs go limp, his eyes slide shut. He's going to die and that's okay, as he remains stuck in vacuum, unknowing of when it will no longer be his entire world. ]