[He's falling. Falling into heat, to nothingness, to angry whispers and pleas that Keith hadn't done enough. They were falling at the end, weren't they? It had been his fault. If he'd stuck around, if he'd not left, he would have seen the signs sooner.
There's a weight on his side, burning against his skin and he jerks with a gasp, still feeling like he's in freefall for a moment, trying to catch himself but... he's not. He's on his side, indoors. Hard to breathe, that wasn't different, but he shakily looks up.]
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There's a weight on his side, burning against his skin and he jerks with a gasp, still feeling like he's in freefall for a moment, trying to catch himself but... he's not. He's on his side, indoors. Hard to breathe, that wasn't different, but he shakily looks up.]
Shiro?