09-15-2019, 04:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]While Selby was attempting to fuss over Red, a flash of movement caught his eye and his attention turned to find the cause of the distraction. Beck was fussing about near the still figure of the fallen Pittian, and the sawbone’s eyes narrowed in frustration. Had all of his patients lost their minds? Was this an elaborate attempt to put him out of his misery via cardiac arrest? Was Sam going to appear over the ridge next? Clearing these thoughts from his mind in an attempt to calm down, he began to speak. "Beck? You shouldn’t be up... Get away from th—"
The abrupt cut in his speech was caused by the realization of what the ghost was doing near the Pittian to begin with. His head flopped to the side at a sickening, unnatural angle, and Selby found that he could not look away. He hadn’t wanted Kiira to heal the person who attacked Moth (especially without consulting with Crow first), but he hadn’t wanted to see him killed. Selby’s eyes drifted back to Beck, expression slack with shock. "What the fuck? Why...? What? I don’t... what? Why? I don’t understand... why you’d..." The thoughts tumbled out of his mouth, the sawbone incapable of stemming their flow.
He wanted to approach, but his mind also screamed for him to run away. His body struck a compromise between the two without his permission, and Selby found himself frozen in place. Is this how it’s supposed to work?
The abrupt cut in his speech was caused by the realization of what the ghost was doing near the Pittian to begin with. His head flopped to the side at a sickening, unnatural angle, and Selby found that he could not look away. He hadn’t wanted Kiira to heal the person who attacked Moth (especially without consulting with Crow first), but he hadn’t wanted to see him killed. Selby’s eyes drifted back to Beck, expression slack with shock. "What the fuck? Why...? What? I don’t... what? Why? I don’t understand... why you’d..." The thoughts tumbled out of his mouth, the sawbone incapable of stemming their flow.
He wanted to approach, but his mind also screamed for him to run away. His body struck a compromise between the two without his permission, and Selby found himself frozen in place. Is this how it’s supposed to work?