[ Couldn't save him then, can't save him now. Does he even know where Algric is now? Drowning, surely, pulled down into the icy waters never to be seen again. Or maybe he's found another door again - to a better time and a better version of Jon.
(No, there's a flicker - Jonah can just barely see a hand above the surface of the water, clinging to a crumbling patch of sand--)
But that chill is sharp and painful in Jonah's shoulder, isn't it? It goes straight for the heart and the lungs. ]
Should have done it out there. In here ... well. This is where you belong.
[ There's a flicker of other shapes in the fog. Humanoid. Distant. ]
You're not the first time-displaced person I've met. Every last one of them ends up here eventually.
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:38 am (UTC)(No, there's a flicker - Jonah can just barely see a hand above the surface of the water, clinging to a crumbling patch of sand--)
But that chill is sharp and painful in Jonah's shoulder, isn't it? It goes straight for the heart and the lungs. ]
Should have done it out there. In here ... well. This is where you belong.
[ There's a flicker of other shapes in the fog. Humanoid. Distant. ]
You're not the first time-displaced person I've met. Every last one of them ends up here eventually.