[He nudges Keith towards the stairs, but he does-- cast one look back at that table. His knuckles whiten around the bayard's staff form, and he tries not to remember the (scent, the taste of) blood and screams. Old echoes chase the hollow sound of his footsteps up the stairs, and he takes his first real breath once they're back out under the tormented sky, the scent of ozone and earth all too welcome.
Shiro is abruptly aware of his absolute, bone-deep weariness. He sways on his feet, and the pain hits him all at once, so intense it makes him feel nauseous and claustrophobic. Trying to breathe through it is a mistake, it hitches on his broken ribs and he feels dizzyingly light-headed. He leans heavier on the staff. He tries to focus on Keith, but the periphery of his vision around him is
closing in]
Keith, I'm not--
[Somewhere, he thinks he can hear Black roaring. Hitting the ground barely registers at all.]
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[He nudges Keith towards the stairs, but he does-- cast one look back at that table. His knuckles whiten around the bayard's staff form, and he tries not to remember the (scent, the taste of) blood and screams. Old echoes chase the hollow sound of his footsteps up the stairs, and he takes his first real breath once they're back out under the tormented sky, the scent of ozone and earth all too welcome.
Shiro is abruptly aware of his absolute, bone-deep weariness. He sways on his feet, and the pain hits him all at once, so intense it makes him feel nauseous and claustrophobic. Trying to breathe through it is a mistake, it hitches on his broken ribs and he feels dizzyingly light-headed. He leans heavier on the staff. He tries to focus on Keith, but the periphery of his vision around him is
closing in]
Keith, I'm not--
[Somewhere, he thinks he can hear Black roaring. Hitting the ground barely registers at all.]