[It takes a second for Crow to register the sound of someone's voice that's not the one inside his head.
That voice. He'd know it anywhere. It's the one voice he's heard in his dreams, his memories, when they're together in this life...
He's looking for you, to bring you back. But you don't really want to go back, right? You've done too much to him already. You've isolated him from your life. He deserves better than someone with terrorism on their record.
Crow's fingers clench around his bangs as his hand holding the flashlight trembles.
I need to let him know I'm here...
But the negative thoughts bounce right back:
TRAITOR. YOU'RE A TRAITOR AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE. Your feelings in this life are just a fabrication. You're meant to be alone! Your grandfather's gone, your parents, even Astrid's gone! He'll leave you too if you don't first!
Crow winces at those words, eyes shut tight.]
I want to hear that from him...
[It's a whisper, nothing Rean would EVER pick up on with the noise in the background. And he does the only thing he can do, his hand managing to use every ounce of mental strength and slide his flashlight in the direction of that noise.]
REAN YOU PRECIOUS BOY
That voice. He'd know it anywhere. It's the one voice he's heard in his dreams, his memories, when they're together in this life...
He's looking for you, to bring you back. But you don't really want to go back, right? You've done too much to him already. You've isolated him from your life. He deserves better than someone with terrorism on their record.
Crow's fingers clench around his bangs as his hand holding the flashlight trembles.
I need to let him know I'm here...
But the negative thoughts bounce right back:
TRAITOR. YOU'RE A TRAITOR AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE. Your feelings in this life are just a fabrication. You're meant to be alone! Your grandfather's gone, your parents, even Astrid's gone! He'll leave you too if you don't first!
Crow winces at those words, eyes shut tight.]
I want to hear that from him...
[It's a whisper, nothing Rean would EVER pick up on with the noise in the background. And he does the only thing he can do, his hand managing to use every ounce of mental strength and slide his flashlight in the direction of that noise.]