031. [VIDEO] To see how dreams of people die....
R-riga! Oh God. Riga!? Oh no, oh no- oh whew, h-he didn't get Riga... b-but he got Vangaži...huh?
[Latvia starts to check his chest,he's currently shirtless, his hand traveling from his heart and stopping just below it.]
Vangaži is...alright...Cēsis! Wh-where is Cēsis!?
[He frantically looks down at his stomach and touches it, not wanting to believe his eyes that there's a scar staring right back at him and not some gaping hole.]
Oh right there, good. Right next t-to Līgatne. What about Limbaži... there. T-there it is... T-they're alright...s-scarred...all of t-them but...alright. Did I d-dream this all? N-no...I'm pretty sure it was r-real...f-felt real... I... I never t-thought it would h-happen...n-not this way. I mean...
[He hangs his head, staring at his hands as he starts to incoherently babble to himself. It's in Latvian, whatever he is saying. And amazingly he is sitting still, no shaking, no crying. He just, sits there and stares at his hands in his lap. But anyone who observes closely can see the tears dripping from his face and landing softly into his hands. He breathes deeply, a sure sign that he will just fall apart from here by the shakiness of it.]
I-it hurt. It hurt... I-I couldn't b-breathe...b-blood...so-so much of it... d-d-didn't stop... h-help me... my legs... c-can't...
[And he cries. Not one of his normal crying fits no, he sounds genuinely hurt because he can't believe it.]
((ooc: Feel free to come get him/visit him.))
[Latvia starts to check his chest,he's currently shirtless, his hand traveling from his heart and stopping just below it.]
Vangaži is...alright...Cēsis! Wh-where is Cēsis!?
[He frantically looks down at his stomach and touches it, not wanting to believe his eyes that there's a scar staring right back at him and not some gaping hole.]
Oh right there, good. Right next t-to Līgatne. What about Limbaži... there. T-there it is... T-they're alright...s-scarred...all of t-them but...alright. Did I d-dream this all? N-no...I'm pretty sure it was r-real...f-felt real... I... I never t-thought it would h-happen...n-not this way. I mean...
[He hangs his head, staring at his hands as he starts to incoherently babble to himself. It's in Latvian, whatever he is saying. And amazingly he is sitting still, no shaking, no crying. He just, sits there and stares at his hands in his lap. But anyone who observes closely can see the tears dripping from his face and landing softly into his hands. He breathes deeply, a sure sign that he will just fall apart from here by the shakiness of it.]
I-it hurt. It hurt... I-I couldn't b-breathe...b-blood...so-so much of it... d-d-didn't stop... h-help me... my legs... c-can't...
[And he cries. Not one of his normal crying fits no, he sounds genuinely hurt because he can't believe it.]
((ooc: Feel free to come get him/visit him.))