"The detonator." It's less of a word and more of a breath, a tired exhale, and he lifts a hand to run it through his filthy hair. "I could've... could've kept going. Gotten you out. Done..." What could he have done there, when he doesn't even know fully what he did, just flashes of coherency in a nightmare of calliope music and screams. "...something."
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Date: 2022-01-21 02:19 am (UTC)