(it shouldn't be this overwhelming, but the sight of the dead body brings him back to the island he died on and he thinks about the people that were left behind. jonas has seen bodies before. acclimation and desensitization to death, however, takes far, far longer than a few days.
zack, being the confident one, is a beacon to follow. lamplight in the dark hall. jonas is grateful for the hand on his wrist, not only for the stabilization it provides but for the warmth in it; he's chilled to the bone. as they run, his teeth begin to chatter behind tightly closed lips.
the path of shredded admission tickets ends, bringing them back to where jonas had been previously. their mimics glide slowly after them, though not at as quick a pace, which gives them time to choose another route. recognizing this junction, his gesture indicates "left.")
I think I... I think I know where we are. Not—I don't know the way out, but this is where I started with the tickets. I didn't take the left direction, so... so why don't we try it?
no subject
zack, being the confident one, is a beacon to follow. lamplight in the dark hall. jonas is grateful for the hand on his wrist, not only for the stabilization it provides but for the warmth in it; he's chilled to the bone. as they run, his teeth begin to chatter behind tightly closed lips.
the path of shredded admission tickets ends, bringing them back to where jonas had been previously. their mimics glide slowly after them, though not at as quick a pace, which gives them time to choose another route. recognizing this junction, his gesture indicates "left.")
I think I... I think I know where we are. Not—I don't know the way out, but this is where I started with the tickets. I didn't take the left direction, so... so why don't we try it?