[ Logan flinches back at the bright light, even if his palm stays flat against the spire. He follows its trajectory until the ground shakes, and rather than the fear of the earthquake, he feels his blood run cold at all the screaming that follows, instead.
Jesus. He shuts his eyes and he can hear them all individually; can hear the difference in cadence for every scream, the ages of each voice, the sexes.
When it ends, they echo in his head still. Logan's ears are ringing, and it's only his imagination, but he worries they might be bleeding out. ]
...ain't nothing fortunate about this, V. [ And when they make their way to the hall once more, he wonders where that bar door had been, because now he's regretting not picking something up to drink, himself.
Despite the silent agreement they seemed to have reached in not asking, Logan finds himself muttering all the same: ] That was your world?
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Jesus. He shuts his eyes and he can hear them all individually; can hear the difference in cadence for every scream, the ages of each voice, the sexes.
When it ends, they echo in his head still. Logan's ears are ringing, and it's only his imagination, but he worries they might be bleeding out. ]
...ain't nothing fortunate about this, V. [ And when they make their way to the hall once more, he wonders where that bar door had been, because now he's regretting not picking something up to drink, himself.
Despite the silent agreement they seemed to have reached in not asking, Logan finds himself muttering all the same: ] That was your world?