Daniel braces himself for the hail of rock and debris that would seal them in their impersonal detrital cairn.
He waits for the ring of a boulder against the base of his neck that will shut off his brain functions all at once.
(Again.)
And the skidding and sliding of rubble is clear and distinct in his head, and he opens his eyes and can see the rocks moving through him and the civilian, the, the - Seth, Seth warns that he can't let go but Daniel's immediate reaction is to tear away, he is intangible, no, no no no no no no this is not good, he -
Seth is moving him. Daniel grips the fabric of his shirt far too tightly; it is his turn to shake, it is his turn to freeze, just for a moment until they can get - the hell - away -
As soon as they're in the clear, Daniel jerks away from other man, hands raised in a half-defensive, half-surrendering gesture.
"What was that?" he asks, his hands trembling, one fist clenching and unclenching to assure himself of his solidity, his heart roaring in his throat, his epinephrine spiking horribly even though he could stay so calm as he murdered dozens in their sealed little hatchway, distantly sickened and fascinated in equal, horrible measure. "What the hell did you do."
He is solid. He is solid. He is solid. He is here and he is solid, he has always been solid except for the times when he hasn't, but those times are not now because he is here and he is solid. He is solid.
tw: mild panic
He waits for the ring of a boulder against the base of his neck that will shut off his brain functions all at once.
(Again.)
And the skidding and sliding of rubble is clear and distinct in his head, and he opens his eyes and can see the rocks moving through him and the civilian, the, the - Seth, Seth warns that he can't let go but Daniel's immediate reaction is to tear away, he is intangible, no, no no no no no no this is not good, he -
Seth is moving him. Daniel grips the fabric of his shirt far too tightly; it is his turn to shake, it is his turn to freeze, just for a moment until they can get - the hell - away -
As soon as they're in the clear, Daniel jerks away from other man, hands raised in a half-defensive, half-surrendering gesture.
"What was that?" he asks, his hands trembling, one fist clenching and unclenching to assure himself of his solidity, his heart roaring in his throat, his epinephrine spiking horribly even though he could stay so calm as he murdered dozens in their sealed little hatchway, distantly sickened and fascinated in equal, horrible measure. "What the hell did you do."
He is solid. He is solid. He is solid. He is here and he is solid, he has always been solid except for the times when he hasn't, but those times are not now because he is here and he is solid. He is solid.