[ In those few seconds, he doesn't get very far. Hobbled by his healing wounds. Something in his chest wrenching as he crosses the threshold. Something crashing into him with all the strength of a freight train, making him stumble his next few steps.
He feels drunk with this sensation of wrongness that creeps into him, icy tendrils seeping through his veins. That coldness burns in his forearm, and he sucks in a breath, and his right hand clenches against the ache. Faraday tries to grin and bear it as he lurches forward.
The tether that yanks him back nearly topples him, like a master with his unruly dog. That sense of unease screams in his ears, some reminder that this is wrong, that he needs to go back, that he needs to fix this—
But he hears that other voice, too – the familiar one, whispering to leave it all behind. That this attachment has already left him near useless; waiting around all the more would surely kill him.
Emma's voice in the dark is a force all its own, quiet as it is. Another vicious pull on that tether that steals his breath, nearly unbalances him. He staggers to a stop, coldness creeping in his spine, coiling in his gut – a counterpoint to the fire still smouldering from their argument earlier.
Faraday keeps his back to her, head bowed to aim his grimace at the ground. His words are just as low, gritted out between clenched teeth, but it carries in the quiet. ]
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He feels drunk with this sensation of wrongness that creeps into him, icy tendrils seeping through his veins. That coldness burns in his forearm, and he sucks in a breath, and his right hand clenches against the ache. Faraday tries to grin and bear it as he lurches forward.
The tether that yanks him back nearly topples him, like a master with his unruly dog. That sense of unease screams in his ears, some reminder that this is wrong, that he needs to go back, that he needs to fix this—
But he hears that other voice, too – the familiar one, whispering to leave it all behind. That this attachment has already left him near useless; waiting around all the more would surely kill him.
Emma's voice in the dark is a force all its own, quiet as it is. Another vicious pull on that tether that steals his breath, nearly unbalances him. He staggers to a stop, coldness creeping in his spine, coiling in his gut – a counterpoint to the fire still smouldering from their argument earlier.
Faraday keeps his back to her, head bowed to aim his grimace at the ground. His words are just as low, gritted out between clenched teeth, but it carries in the quiet. ]
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