Seth listens quietly, and somehow every word feels like a stab to the gut, and he has to return to angrily staring at the table. Daniel is fighting this, but. But. But there's basically nothing he can do. Seth will end up in a cell somewhere, probably poked and prodded by scientists, with no thought to his mental or emotional health, because of what he can do. Even if it's not that bad, it's certainly an end to his freedom. In a world where he has no friends, no home, no life, and no hope of getting to build a new one.
The one person he cares about at all here is someone who barely knows him, someone Seth recently saw murder a large group of people and is not even sure how much he trusts. And even if he decides he does, Daniel actually does have his life and friends and purpose, and further burdening him with the responsibility of worrying about Seth, who's barely worthy of his notice at all - it seems hardly worth it.
And suddenly, hitting him like a truck, Seth realises he can think of no other way.
He swallows thickly, and once again looks up, sincere but hopeless. "It's not your fault, Daniel. Remember that. There's nothing you can do."
Without warning, he gets to his feet, the chair skidding loudly backwards. He tears his eyes away from Daniel and walks straight towards the door, fueled by desperate determination. Despite his exhaustion, it's no trouble at all to walk straight through the wall. He heads towards the first guard he spots, remaining intangible in case they try to stop him.
Seth takes the gun right out of the guard's hand. A simple matter of being solid in relation to the gun, then making the gun intangible to the guard. He steps back, ignoring anything going on around him as it can't touch him anyway, turns the safety off, and presses the gun against his temple. Quick and easy, and he won't have to worry anymore. Letting himself become solid again, he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger.
The shot rings out through the corridor, the bullet bouncing off the ceiling. For a few moments Seth doesn't understand why he can still hear what's going on. He opens his eyes and raises his free hand to his temple, to his undamaged skin. No. Through pure physical instinct, knowing what was about to happen, but despite his efforts not to, he let the bullet pass straight through him, not affecting him at all.
"NO!"
He practically screams it, anger and despair welling up inside him, and he slams his fists against the corridor wall, repeating the word loudly and furiously, raging against how completely, utterly unfair it is.
tw: actual suicide attempt
The one person he cares about at all here is someone who barely knows him, someone Seth recently saw murder a large group of people and is not even sure how much he trusts. And even if he decides he does, Daniel actually does have his life and friends and purpose, and further burdening him with the responsibility of worrying about Seth, who's barely worthy of his notice at all - it seems hardly worth it.
And suddenly, hitting him like a truck, Seth realises he can think of no other way.
He swallows thickly, and once again looks up, sincere but hopeless. "It's not your fault, Daniel. Remember that. There's nothing you can do."
Without warning, he gets to his feet, the chair skidding loudly backwards. He tears his eyes away from Daniel and walks straight towards the door, fueled by desperate determination. Despite his exhaustion, it's no trouble at all to walk straight through the wall. He heads towards the first guard he spots, remaining intangible in case they try to stop him.
Seth takes the gun right out of the guard's hand. A simple matter of being solid in relation to the gun, then making the gun intangible to the guard. He steps back, ignoring anything going on around him as it can't touch him anyway, turns the safety off, and presses the gun against his temple. Quick and easy, and he won't have to worry anymore. Letting himself become solid again, he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger.
The shot rings out through the corridor, the bullet bouncing off the ceiling. For a few moments Seth doesn't understand why he can still hear what's going on. He opens his eyes and raises his free hand to his temple, to his undamaged skin. No. Through pure physical instinct, knowing what was about to happen, but despite his efforts not to, he let the bullet pass straight through him, not affecting him at all.
"NO!"
He practically screams it, anger and despair welling up inside him, and he slams his fists against the corridor wall, repeating the word loudly and furiously, raging against how completely, utterly unfair it is.