[ He'd tried over and over to convince her to let Avery go. That it wasn't what she thought it was, that she was wrong.
For all the good it did. He should have just stolen the keys and let him out. She might have killed him anyway, but at least Avery would have been free.
It's dark, but it's not hard to navigate. Warmth creeps back in, the closer he gets; ice relents, and he doesn't feel like every breath is an effort.
Of course, he'll bleed out faster. But he'll die warmer.
He almost considers turning back, or sitting down right here and letting things take their course. Hearing Avery's voice reminds him of just how much he's failed. Surely it's more merciful not to be near him, to not make him watch his slow death.
He can hear ice behind him and above him, crackling, gnawing at the walls.
He wishes he could hide what happened to him, but the ice ramming through his chest and conspicuously out his back is something that he doesn't have the strength to break.
He coughs as he inhales warmer air, struggling for breath. It sounds awful. ]
Just me.
[ He limps to the wall, or tries to.
He doesn't quite make it there. His legs give out before he makes it all the way, collapsing him into a sitting position, and he feels like it's unfair at this point. ]
Sorry.
[ Like that makes this any better. He can't bring himself to look at him yet. ]
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For all the good it did. He should have just stolen the keys and let him out. She might have killed him anyway, but at least Avery would have been free.
It's dark, but it's not hard to navigate. Warmth creeps back in, the closer he gets; ice relents, and he doesn't feel like every breath is an effort.
Of course, he'll bleed out faster. But he'll die warmer.
He almost considers turning back, or sitting down right here and letting things take their course. Hearing Avery's voice reminds him of just how much he's failed. Surely it's more merciful not to be near him, to not make him watch his slow death.
He can hear ice behind him and above him, crackling, gnawing at the walls.
He wishes he could hide what happened to him, but the ice ramming through his chest and conspicuously out his back is something that he doesn't have the strength to break.
He coughs as he inhales warmer air, struggling for breath. It sounds awful. ]
Just me.
[ He limps to the wall, or tries to.
He doesn't quite make it there. His legs give out before he makes it all the way, collapsing him into a sitting position, and he feels like it's unfair at this point. ]
Sorry.
[ Like that makes this any better. He can't bring himself to look at him yet. ]