[If Sorey had the foresight to bring Edna this would be a non-issue; he could just command a shelf of rock to jut out beneath him, catch his feet. But instead time hangs, just long enough for Zaveid to grab onto his sweaty hand, only catching him by the knobs of his wrist. He's been at this for too long already, he's going to slip, seconds crawl along like days as Sorey stares Zaveid in the face and-
-and nothing comes out.]
I- [Sorey gasps, tears stinging his eyes, F-Filk lodged in his throat like a ball of thorns, a knot cutting up his insides, and between one second and the next his fingers slip from Zaveid's and the weightlessness takes over him again. He's falling, but it doesn't even register. He's going to crack his head open, bounce his way down all the way to the ravine, the ledges too small to catch him, too sharp to let him be.
You're human, you know, Zaveid's chiding voice echoes in his ears like the whistle of wind, Zaveid's eyes above him, wide open and copper as he reaches and Sorey realizes, quietly, between another pair of seconds in that gap that stretches on eternal, that if he doesn't do something, he's going to make Zaveid watch another of his friends die right before his very eyes.
He'd promised.
He'd made a damn promise.
Sorey sucks in a breath as suddenly the seconds race again, as Zaveid's form shrinks and he shouts it out as if reaching down his throat and tearing out his heart, tears and wind and shame stinging his eyes-]
no subject
-and nothing comes out.]
I- [Sorey gasps, tears stinging his eyes, F-Filk lodged in his throat like a ball of thorns, a knot cutting up his insides, and between one second and the next his fingers slip from Zaveid's and the weightlessness takes over him again. He's falling, but it doesn't even register. He's going to crack his head open, bounce his way down all the way to the ravine, the ledges too small to catch him, too sharp to let him be.
You're human, you know, Zaveid's chiding voice echoes in his ears like the whistle of wind, Zaveid's eyes above him, wide open and copper as he reaches and Sorey realizes, quietly, between another pair of seconds in that gap that stretches on eternal, that if he doesn't do something, he's going to make Zaveid watch another of his friends die right before his very eyes.
He'd promised.
He'd made a damn promise.
Sorey sucks in a breath as suddenly the seconds race again, as Zaveid's form shrinks and he shouts it out as if reaching down his throat and tearing out his heart, tears and wind and shame stinging his eyes-]
Filk Zadeya!