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varian didn't know how long he lay there crying
and crying
and crying
and crying
because nothing would ever ever ever be right ever again
his shallow, unsteady breaths shook
he didn't know if that was from terror or from the cold biting his limbs, or was it from crying?
varian grips the base of his father's amber prison ever tighter
was he anymore than disembodied thought by now?
please
please
he had to make his dad proud
he had to-
please
he just wants his dad back
HE JUST WANTS HIS DAD BACK
please
why weren't they listening? why weren't they? he NEEDS help!
he NEEDS his dad back!
it's his fault it's all
a stabbing pain shoots through his chest. he can't tell if it's physical or emotional. he's not sure what he would prefer.
his fault.
a shudder runs through him. his eyes find themselves closing, and
NO! he HAS to stay awake! he NEEDS to save his dad!
he can almost feel the gentle embrace he hasn't felt in years. he can almost hear a warm, gentle voice singing, he's
he CAN'T fail this too! he's failed enough, he has to stay. so he can free his father.
heard that voice before, he knows, somewhere in a distant memory. the voice is warm and comforting and it embraces him, like a warm blanket, like hot chocolate, like a mother's caress on his cheek. he
it's cold. fear is an ice cold hand that has him in it's vice like grip, and it's been holding him for most of the day.
can still hear her voice. it's quiet. she's holding him now, but her grip is not like fear's.
varian can't quite tell when his thoughts slip away