He winces at the needle being removed, pain suddenly flooding his body from the way he had been sat for god knows how long and the wound still open on his leg. As unpleasant as it is at least he's fully back in his body. -
They swear their own heart just ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ , for a moment.
๐ป๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
But this isn't hell. This is Draag โ which most of the time sounds like a synonym, but not this time.
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the warmth is nice it can't be criminal to enjoy a second or two of that over the pain awaiting him.
Once Gerard lets go he moves his hands behind him to keep him sat up, hoping he someone didn't notice and assumes they were always there.
Floating through the endless void had become quite the nice pastime for Charlie, not that he was aware of it. For an amount of time he was no longer a prisoner with no memory of his past, no longer forced to kill his friends, he was nothing, -
but that thought is quickly shot down by the clear lack of any kind of weapon in their hands. Another clap of thunder makes him jump slightly, forcing him to stop playing mostly dead. He thanks the universe for letting him sleep -