He squirmed wildly at first, in the way someone did when they were used to life or death struggles, until he realized that she could drop him because they were now very high up.
Very high up.
Then he went limp, mouth hanging open, and made a fairly incoherent noise of alarm, because what else did you do in a situation like this?
"This isn't real. This isn't real," he said, closing his eyes. "Night fevers."
Maybe he'd imagined the whole thing, everything on the war rig, Capable, all of it.
But he didn't want that to be an imagining. Fear clutched at his heart at the idea of it not being real.
"Or a death dream." Maybe his mind was having wild dreams as it died. Sometimes War Boys that died in Citadel would stammer about impossible things, incoherently babbling, as they died. "This is my death dream. I died historic and my mind can't take it. That's all this is."
There were no places like the before-times and people couldn't fly and those things were too strange and wild for after-death, as well. So maybe he was lying in the wreckage of the war rig, burned and broken, and this was all just the gibbering madness of a dying mind.
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Very high up.
Then he went limp, mouth hanging open, and made a fairly incoherent noise of alarm, because what else did you do in a situation like this?
"This isn't real. This isn't real," he said, closing his eyes. "Night fevers."
Maybe he'd imagined the whole thing, everything on the war rig, Capable, all of it.
But he didn't want that to be an imagining. Fear clutched at his heart at the idea of it not being real.
"Or a death dream." Maybe his mind was having wild dreams as it died. Sometimes War Boys that died in Citadel would stammer about impossible things, incoherently babbling, as they died. "This is my death dream. I died historic and my mind can't take it. That's all this is."
There were no places like the before-times and people couldn't fly and those things were too strange and wild for after-death, as well. So maybe he was lying in the wreckage of the war rig, burned and broken, and this was all just the gibbering madness of a dying mind.