It wasn't just the physical aches, despite how his muscles protested with movement he made and the bone weary exhaustion; an ache that even his magic couldn't soothe. Injuries could be magicked away and battles could be fought and won, but.. each step forward, each thought pushed to the back of his mind wearied him further. He ached, but couldn't just stop and take the break his body kept insisting he needed or else... or else he'd be left behind.
Left behind in the wasteland that was the Vile Peaks, filled with creatures and machines and soldiers that wanted to kill him, and unable to find his way out. He had no idea how to get home, how to continue on, what to do. He hurt and it wasn't just physical pains but the kinds that he couldn't stand to think about at the moment because then he wouldn't be able to go on, wouldn't be able to take that next step for need to just fall onto his knees and grieve. Grieve for his mother and for himself. Because he could never go home now, could
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Only to fall, crashing, to the floor with a yelp and a hard bang on his temple and already aching shoulder and leg. He had-- from a height-- what was going on? His eyes were wide, panicked and trying to take in his new surroundings-- or lack thereof. There was nothing-- just nothing to be seen and it was just darkness and nothing and where was he and it was completely dark he must have been blinded somehow--
And there was something holding him downHe shrieked, struggling against whatever was holding him down and trying to ignore the pain in his head and his aching bones, panic in the pitch darkness giving him the extra strength to move. What was it? What was there in the darkness with him? How did he get here? Had he been too late to dodge, too late to save himself, and maybe now something was wrong because-- was this the fate l'Cie met when they died? Never be at peace, but eternal darkness and
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That made sense. He probably fell out of a bed. Probably holding on to furniture... groping blindly with his hands, Hope managed to pat the mattress of the bed, calming down significantly when he realized his deductions were true. He was in a lot of trouble, but he wasn't dead. They might torture him or kill him later, but he had a chance. He just had to escape. Figure out a way to find the others again. Sazh and Vanille would help him.
He tried to swallow the tight feeling in his throat and the thought I should have stayed with them as he shakily got to his feet and tried to step forward, continually waving his arms to make sure he wouldn't run into anything. His legs were shaking and his steps were small, but he was making progress. He cussed a word that he was sure his mom never found out he knew as he stubbed his feet against the ground, heart rushing with panic in his ears. He just wanted to not be scared anymore. He wanted to go home and wake up and find out that this was all a nightmare, and that the vacation to Bodhum had
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It wasn't just the physical aches, despite how his muscles protested with movement he made and the bone weary exhaustion; an ache that even his magic couldn't soothe. Injuries could be magicked away and battles could be fought and won, but.. each step forward, each thought pushed to the back of his mind wearied him further. He ached, but couldn't just stop and take the break his body kept insisting he needed or else... or else he'd be left behind.
Left behind in the wasteland that was the Vile Peaks, filled with creatures and machines and soldiers that wanted to kill him, and unable to find his way out. He had no idea how to get home, how to continue on, what to do. He hurt and it wasn't just physical pains but the kinds that he couldn't stand to think about at the moment because then he wouldn't be able to go on, wouldn't be able to take that next step for need to just fall onto his knees and grieve. Grieve for his mother and for himself. Because he could never go home now, could ( ... )
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And there was something holding him downHe shrieked, struggling against whatever was holding him down and trying to ignore the pain in his head and his aching bones, panic in the pitch darkness giving him the extra strength to move. What was it? What was there in the darkness with him? How did he get here? Had he been too late to dodge, too late to save himself, and maybe now something was wrong because-- was this the fate l'Cie met when they died? Never be at peace, but eternal darkness and ( ... )
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He tried to swallow the tight feeling in his throat and the thought I should have stayed with them as he shakily got to his feet and tried to step forward, continually waving his arms to make sure he wouldn't run into anything. His legs were shaking and his steps were small, but he was making progress. He cussed a word that he was sure his mom never found out he knew as he stubbed his feet against the ground, heart rushing with panic in his ears. He just wanted to not be scared anymore. He wanted to go home and wake up and find out that this was all a nightmare, and that the vacation to Bodhum had ( ... )
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