Whether by angelic design or the fact they were friends before that, it is instinct to reach out and steady her when she is going to fall. He does no such thing she asks of him, of course. He holds onto her, hands gripping her shoulder blades to keep her upright, and his eyes sweep across the room to determine where they hell they are. The gun doesn't escape his notice, and neither does anything else about the room.
John is not a Wanderer. He has never fallen through Rifts. These kinds of things don't happen to him. The one thing he takes assurance in is the fact he fell through with Bela. He would not have survived her falling through with him left in the other world. He can't think about the fact that Sonny isn't here, his guardian instincts are far too strong and they've taken over.
"You're kidding me, right?" he asks, and he is completely unfazed by the tone she takes with him and the words she uses. "Like hell I'm leaving you alone now."
Her voice breaks because the edges of the fear are starting to climb up and she knows there's no way out this time. She has ten minutes. That's not enough time for them to find an answer. "You don't want to see this."
It will kill him. She knows it will. But he doesn't deserve to die like this trying to protect her from her own mistake. "Please."
"See what? Listen, even if I wanted to, I can't. I literally can't," he says, and he hopes that the fervency with which he speaks pierces through the panic that's starting to take over for her. He cannot leave her. Whether he wanted to or not--and he doesn't--he's bound to her for as long as she lives.
There's no way out of it, and he has to see this through.
Whatever it is.
"If I don't know what's going on, I can't help you, Bela. And I need to help you."
She knows this. She knew it already, and all he's doing is hammering home how terrible this whole mess is. Who winds up with a woman who sold her life away for a ward? What kind of luck is that? It's not what she wants for him, but she doesn't have a choice in the matter. She just hopes that he knows that.
She turns to face him, eyes wide and broken, and she flinches as the plastic numbers on the clock click again, counting down another minute. "In nine minutes, I'm going to die." Unless the rift picks them up again and she finds the timing of that highly unlikely.
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Whether by angelic design or the fact they were friends before that, it is instinct to reach out and steady her when she is going to fall. He does no such thing she asks of him, of course. He holds onto her, hands gripping her shoulder blades to keep her upright, and his eyes sweep across the room to determine where they hell they are. The gun doesn't escape his notice, and neither does anything else about the room.
John is not a Wanderer. He has never fallen through Rifts. These kinds of things don't happen to him. The one thing he takes assurance in is the fact he fell through with Bela. He would not have survived her falling through with him left in the other world. He can't think about the fact that Sonny isn't here, his guardian instincts are far too strong and they've taken over.
"You're kidding me, right?" he asks, and he is completely unfazed by the tone she takes with him and the words she uses. "Like hell I'm leaving you alone now."
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Her voice breaks because the edges of the fear are starting to climb up and she knows there's no way out this time. She has ten minutes. That's not enough time for them to find an answer. "You don't want to see this."
It will kill him. She knows it will. But he doesn't deserve to die like this trying to protect her from her own mistake. "Please."
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There's no way out of it, and he has to see this through.
Whatever it is.
"If I don't know what's going on, I can't help you, Bela. And I need to help you."
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She turns to face him, eyes wide and broken, and she flinches as the plastic numbers on the clock click again, counting down another minute. "In nine minutes, I'm going to die." Unless the rift picks them up again and she finds the timing of that highly unlikely.
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