12-19-2018, 10:24 PM
It sounded like her. It was her. She was right. He wasn't mad. His sister, his beloved Vale was right here. Right in front of him. He didn't seem to process what she was saying besides murmuring a soft, "There are worse waters." The rest of it seemed to go over his head though as his eyes grew hazy and he became more distressed. "They're all dead, Vale. Everyone. Mum, Thomas, Finnis, everyone. Everyone is dead but us. I thought you were too. It's been two hundred years-" his chest was heaving a bit more as his breathing seemed to pick up and tears began to gather in his eyes as he moved closer and then attempted to wrap his paws around her in a tight hug before baking up. "I tried, Vale, I really did. I tried. I promised I would protect you all but first it was Thomas, and then I had to leave you and Mum all alone, and then Finnis- I let him die. I saw him. I tried to get to him but they were too fast. He was all the way across the ship. I was almost there. I almost made it. I swear. You know I wouldn't lie. I tried to get to him but they saw me- the French. They were all over the boat and they shot me and I fell but I didn't mean to. I tried, Vale, I tried-" His voice began to shake more and more as he nearly broke into audible cries.
This was something he would've never done before everything. Before Thomas died, before the war, before his sudden death and arrival in this place. But something had deeply ingrained itself in his mind. This was somehow all his fault. His time didn't have the words to describe what he was experiencing, with it's limited medical knowledge and biases, and that made him feel horribly alone. As lonely as one could feel when they were hundreds of years in the future. Some soldiers came home with a 'long stare.' No one told him how terrible it was. It was a stare you couldn't break, it was one that haunted you at night, it was one floating just below the surface, waiting for a chance to breach. No one told him you couldn't get rid of it.
"I shouldn't be alive, Vale, something is horribly wrong and I think it's all my fault. I should've died two hundred years ago with the rest of them. There were forty-some men on our side that died that same day as me. Something is wrong. All the broken promises. They've added up. And now we're being punished. I couldn't protect anyone I swore to, not you, not Mum, not Finnis, not even Thomas at the beginning. He was my friend and I just watched him fall in the ice. I let them die. I promise I'll find a way back, I have to, especially now that you're here. Something is wrong-" His tone grew increasingly distressed as tears now freely flowed down his face. This was the first time he'd talked about any of it since his initial arrival and it was clear he'd bottled most of it up until now. The appearance of his sister, who was also trapped, was enough to send the man into sheer panic and guilt. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen-"
This was something he would've never done before everything. Before Thomas died, before the war, before his sudden death and arrival in this place. But something had deeply ingrained itself in his mind. This was somehow all his fault. His time didn't have the words to describe what he was experiencing, with it's limited medical knowledge and biases, and that made him feel horribly alone. As lonely as one could feel when they were hundreds of years in the future. Some soldiers came home with a 'long stare.' No one told him how terrible it was. It was a stare you couldn't break, it was one that haunted you at night, it was one floating just below the surface, waiting for a chance to breach. No one told him you couldn't get rid of it.
"I shouldn't be alive, Vale, something is horribly wrong and I think it's all my fault. I should've died two hundred years ago with the rest of them. There were forty-some men on our side that died that same day as me. Something is wrong. All the broken promises. They've added up. And now we're being punished. I couldn't protect anyone I swore to, not you, not Mum, not Finnis, not even Thomas at the beginning. He was my friend and I just watched him fall in the ice. I let them die. I promise I'll find a way back, I have to, especially now that you're here. Something is wrong-" His tone grew increasingly distressed as tears now freely flowed down his face. This was the first time he'd talked about any of it since his initial arrival and it was clear he'd bottled most of it up until now. The appearance of his sister, who was also trapped, was enough to send the man into sheer panic and guilt. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen-"
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