Part of his mind registered her pain, and the brick that struck her was hot, but it was muted and dull and that terrified him as well. Why was it so muted? Where was his ability to feel?
Hidden behind this reaction his body was having. The wall grew higher, and his body went into last-ditch efforts to try to reassert itself. He felt the cappliaries in his fingers---his precious fingers with which he did so, so much---burst, and bruise and blacken. It made it almost impossible to lift the brick, and it only made contact with his memories even more physically painful.
"I can't win," he felt himself whisper through gritted teeth, "There's nothing I can do, Reinette, I can't finish this."
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Date: 2007-05-22 05:22 am (UTC)Hidden behind this reaction his body was having. The wall grew higher, and his body went into last-ditch efforts to try to reassert itself. He felt the cappliaries in his fingers---his precious fingers with which he did so, so much---burst, and bruise and blacken. It made it almost impossible to lift the brick, and it only made contact with his memories even more physically painful.
"I can't win," he felt himself whisper through gritted teeth, "There's nothing I can do, Reinette, I can't finish this."