Martin's voice echoes badly through the feeble protest as his eyes stay glued to the possibility that he's about to lose the only family he has; the only constant in his life. What if she dies now? Dies alone? Martin doesn't wish that on anyone, least of all her. To be surrounded by strangers instead of any friendly face, any family... For the last thing she experienced to be terror and hate...
Maybe if it was anyone else, he'd shrug off that hand, but Martin knows Algric is right, and hates it. Reluctantly, he allows himself to be pulled away, watching as long as he can until he has no choice but to turn to walk out.
Closing the door behind them drowns out most of the noise of the staff trying to save her life. Martin leans against the wall next to the door, needing a minute to just stare at nothing.
"Should... We should stay. M-maybe? Wait for news?"
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Date: 2020-12-15 04:04 pm (UTC)Martin's voice echoes badly through the feeble protest as his eyes stay glued to the possibility that he's about to lose the only family he has; the only constant in his life. What if she dies now? Dies alone? Martin doesn't wish that on anyone, least of all her. To be surrounded by strangers instead of any friendly face, any family... For the last thing she experienced to be terror and hate...
Maybe if it was anyone else, he'd shrug off that hand, but Martin knows Algric is right, and hates it. Reluctantly, he allows himself to be pulled away, watching as long as he can until he has no choice but to turn to walk out.
Closing the door behind them drowns out most of the noise of the staff trying to save her life. Martin leans against the wall next to the door, needing a minute to just stare at nothing.
"Should... We should stay. M-maybe? Wait for news?"