[The farther away they get, the less the Storm affects him. Sometimes there’s a jolt to his system, another swath of static in a short burst, but it’s nothing like the first two times. Not remotely close.
It’s a blessing. It gives Connor time to detach himself from that spiked surge of hollow fear — attached to a memory that he wasn’t quite prepared to revisit — and time to properly realign all that had shifted and fragmented in his mind. Still shaken, LED transitioned from red to yellow, it’s the sound of the door being booted open that really brings him back to a state of awareness, beyond merely giving Arenvald the cursory answer when he’s spoken to.
Placed on the table, he leans against the wall; his limbs feel more workable, and he shifts, moving his palms against the flat surface to angle himself better to speak to his friend.
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It’s a blessing. It gives Connor time to detach himself from that spiked surge of hollow fear — attached to a memory that he wasn’t quite prepared to revisit — and time to properly realign all that had shifted and fragmented in his mind. Still shaken, LED transitioned from red to yellow, it’s the sound of the door being booted open that really brings him back to a state of awareness, beyond merely giving Arenvald the cursory answer when he’s spoken to.
Placed on the table, he leans against the wall; his limbs feel more workable, and he shifts, moving his palms against the flat surface to angle himself better to speak to his friend.
Though his eyes don’t quite meet his, not yet.]
I’m returning to a more functional state.