[In that first bit there his first impulse is to assume blame but that's caught and culled quickly, that just happens, no one knows how to keep the items in place -
And on the final one, he doesn't stumble - but is caught.
Caught tight, as it's actually processed - and he's reeled into the inside chilled and vacant on the out in the process willing himself to take it as matter-of-factly as possible while giving the thought it's due. Don't over-imagine it; it didn't kill him, obviously.
Anthony shakes it off. No more settled of course - wide eyes, tensed. Thickly and probably visibly dry-swallows something down, a kind of spidering dread, more than anything, and dread doesn't even make sense, it's not news, not to Alex, at least...] What - what did it do...?
[One of those sorts of attempted questions. Barely inflected as a question and strandedly muttered.]
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And on the final one, he doesn't stumble - but is caught.
Caught tight, as it's actually processed - and he's reeled into the inside chilled and vacant on the out in the process willing himself to take it as matter-of-factly as possible while giving the thought it's due. Don't over-imagine it; it didn't kill him, obviously.
Anthony shakes it off. No more settled of course - wide eyes, tensed. Thickly and probably visibly dry-swallows something down, a kind of spidering dread, more than anything, and dread doesn't even make sense, it's not news, not to Alex, at least...] What - what did it do...?
[One of those sorts of attempted questions. Barely inflected as a question and strandedly muttered.]