[oo8] away game (canon move)
[Video feed flicks on, grainy and shot with static and interference. It sways dizzily for a few moments before settling on Teddy's face for a moment. He looks beaten up, but without any bruises, dirt and soot smudged on his cheeks and jaw, but more than anything...he looks tired. Exhausted. The feed shakes after a few seconds of his face, and the camera falls to the floor with a clatter.]
Of course. Of all the things super-healing doesn't work on...god, my hands are so asleep...
[His voice sounds tired, a little hoarse, and there's a momentary view of his bare feet, dirty on the bottoms, and the ends of his destroyed khakis as he sits down and picks up his cell phone again, carefully.]
It's not supposed to transmit out but...hey at least this place works. Um. This is Teddy, checking in? I'm alive. Just.
[He lifts a hand, and rubs at his face, his fingers obviously shaking a bit as he presses knuckles against closed eyes, exhaling a breath that shakes as if he's trying not to cry a little.]
I don't think I'm okay. I want to go home. If there even is such a thing as going home now that...she's gone...
God, I can't even believe I just had to say that.
Of course. Of all the things super-healing doesn't work on...god, my hands are so asleep...
[His voice sounds tired, a little hoarse, and there's a momentary view of his bare feet, dirty on the bottoms, and the ends of his destroyed khakis as he sits down and picks up his cell phone again, carefully.]
It's not supposed to transmit out but...hey at least this place works. Um. This is Teddy, checking in? I'm alive. Just.
[He lifts a hand, and rubs at his face, his fingers obviously shaking a bit as he presses knuckles against closed eyes, exhaling a breath that shakes as if he's trying not to cry a little.]
I don't think I'm okay. I want to go home. If there even is such a thing as going home now that...she's gone...
God, I can't even believe I just had to say that.