It had made him stronger. He'd have been road meat in that crash earlier if he hadn't been stronger. He was hurt, battered and bruised and scraped and cut by glass, but as he looked down at himself he saw that the injuries were already fading away, instead of lingering for weeks like they might have.
"So I'm not dead."
If he wasn't dead then he was somewhere...else. Somewhere with shadow things that clawed at you from the dark. Somewhere away from Capable and the others. Somewhere where stories traveled - but that made no sense. How did you fall from one world to another and what did children have to do with it?
His world had already shattered once and now he was in another?
"How - how is that even possible? Being in another world? How - how -" He started to breathe faster and faster and it felt like the world was crashing in, crushing him. He didn't need Barry and Larry to choke at his windpipe, the way he felt breathless right now.
Everything he knew had already been shaken up once but now it was happening again, too fast, in too short a span of time. And his first glimpse of this place had been terrifying and impossible, even if so much seemed more whole, like it'd been in the before-times.
After hearing all that, he crept away from the girl, backing against the - the thing. Some kind of sitting-thing, and then he slid down to his side, curled up, arms wrapped around himself, looking up at the flying things like he now feared they'd swoop down and prey on him.
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"So I'm not dead."
If he wasn't dead then he was somewhere...else. Somewhere with shadow things that clawed at you from the dark. Somewhere away from Capable and the others. Somewhere where stories traveled - but that made no sense. How did you fall from one world to another and what did children have to do with it?
His world had already shattered once and now he was in another?
"How - how is that even possible? Being in another world? How - how -" He started to breathe faster and faster and it felt like the world was crashing in, crushing him. He didn't need Barry and Larry to choke at his windpipe, the way he felt breathless right now.
Everything he knew had already been shaken up once but now it was happening again, too fast, in too short a span of time. And his first glimpse of this place had been terrifying and impossible, even if so much seemed more whole, like it'd been in the before-times.
After hearing all that, he crept away from the girl, backing against the - the thing. Some kind of sitting-thing, and then he slid down to his side, curled up, arms wrapped around himself, looking up at the flying things like he now feared they'd swoop down and prey on him.