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Cyrus let it a big, irritated sigh.
“I don’t know. It’s not like panic attacks are rational or anything.”
He was just kind of muttering, not even sure that Sparrow could hear him.
“God, my face is all numb…”
He rubbed at his cheeks, still trying to get feeling back into them.
Sparrow sighed "let's head to my workshop and we can look at the image them. I'll call Eira and Luna once you are calm enough to have then around you." She smiled
“Um… yeah…” Cyrus sighed.
He was going to smile back, but didn’t have the heart or energy.
“I’m so tired.”
He paused again for a few moments.
“I wouldn’t have died. They always pass on their own, no matter how terrifying and uncomfortable.”
Sparrow chuckled and stood up, reaching a hand down to help him up. "I know, but I was more scared now than I ever was. Let's go down to the workshop. Why did you have a panic attack anyways?"
Cyrus shook his head.
“I dunno. Just happens sometimes. Obviously I’m hella stressed and my body decided it was a good time to shift into overdrive.”
He was still visibly trembling.
Sparrow crouched down onto her knees and cupped his face "whatever is bugging you, I am here for you. Don't be afraid to vent, I'll listen." She said softly
“I know,” he whispered, “I just don’t know that there’s anything to vent about that you don’t already know about.”
Sparrow shrugged "let go check on Eira to get your mind off everything. How about that?" She asked
Nathan groaned and licked his lips "how long have we been in here? I need water."
Cyrus frowned. “Yeah, I guess.”
In reality, he wanted to curl up in bed and sleep forever.
Vida looked up at the ceiling from where she was lying supine.
“I don’t know. But any amount of time is too long with these assholes
‘taking care’ of us.”
"I'm getting thirsty as well." Esmae was now lying down, and didn't want to sit, so to get their attention she kicked the door, about three times. No one showed up. "The can't use us for leverage if we're," she paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "If we are dead!" She screamed. Esmae was now just irritated and pissed off.
Vida crosses her arms over her chest.
“They can always lie about us being alive.”
Katya let out a small sigh, "They could, and they probably will at this rate."
“Have you heard anyone say anything about Uriah though?” Vida asked.
"No, but I'm hoping they will. We came here for him, I need to know how he's doing." Esmae missed him, he was the first one to be kind and give her a chance. She saw him like a big brother, well she saw all of them like siblings.
"They probably don't care if we know anything or not," Katya huffed to the others, "We're just bait."
(I'm planning on having them see the picture soon.)
“The others are going to come after us, I have a feeling,” Vida said, “We’re putting them in even more danger.”
(Okay cool. I’ll be here tonight so)
(Nice)
(Ok, so should I do it now or when more than two people ate here?)
(I think you can do it now.)
(Yeah, we can go ahead I guess)
(I'm here. I just don't know what to do really.)
(Which is all the more reason to get the plot moving)
(Here, slow but I’m here)