[ Algric, meanwhile, had leaned against the outside of the door, listening to those tones as best he could. Not good, no - he recognises that awful rising patter from their mum - but not terrible yet. He was just considering opening the door anyway when --
A crash. A cry of pain. Martin steps through the door without even realising it, reforming on the other side like a ghost. He goes to Martin's side first, seeing the trickle of blood in his hair, before looking at their mother.
(His heart ices over, threatening to freeze solid.) ]
Why - why did you do that? What could he have p-possibly done to deserve that?
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A crash. A cry of pain. Martin steps through the door without even realising it, reforming on the other side like a ghost. He goes to Martin's side first, seeing the trickle of blood in his hair, before looking at their mother.
(His heart ices over, threatening to freeze solid.) ]
Why - why did you do that? What could he have p-possibly done to deserve that?
[ Anger and pain intertwined together. ]