4th Vision [Commentlog]
[The fog has lifted and Pilot has been revived. But the voices still echo in his head, the sting of the claws still burn along his face, deep slash marks that he can only imagine have rendered his already marred features unrecognizable
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That's how long it's taken him to walk the 300 yards between his pod and Pilot's.
That not counting the 24+ hours he's spent staring at the wall in his own pod. At least he had a shower, even if it took him a solid hour to get up the nerve to do it and he spent probably about the same time under the water, mindlessly washing his hair over and over again. On the upside, he is now very clean. On the downside, his fingers might never completely unpickle.
But yeah. Two hours. To get from point a to point b. And even then, he stands outside for another twenty minutes or so before he finally straightens up and kicks the door.
Chances of Pilot answering: slim. He died, after all.
Then again, so did Roland. Didn't he?]
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Fuck, he's as jumpy as a squirrel.
Groaning quietly, he leans over his knees and holds his head in his hands.]
Go 'way.
[He doesn't call out very loud. Hopefully they'll get the hint and go anyway.]
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But goddammit, he spent this much effort to get here, Roland's not going away yet. He sits on the steps and lets his head thunk back against the door.
Repeatedly.]
C'mon, Pilot, open the fuck up.
[Please be alive.]
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Pilot lifts his head slightly.
It's Roland. In his self-pity he'd forgotten that Roland had been there when it had happened. Then Roland was okay.
It feels like it takes all the energy he has, but he hauls himself to his feet and stumbles to the door, fumbling with it stupidly for a few seconds before he manages to open it.
And then he just stands there dumbly.]
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