He couldn't move another step, not for the first several seconds as he simply looked down at Saffron, where she was slightly bent over to help catch her breath. His entire body was screaming for air, muscles burning in a way that seemed to suggest to him that they were moving that entire time, through whatever illusion it was that the cloud had managed to put them though. But he just couldn't move, because even if he was no longer surrounded by the walls of his own house and with a gun in his palm— he felt weak without it, he then noticed, like that quiet little boy all over again— the memory was now seared so fresh into his mind that he wasn't sure where to put that all.
The Reavers, they had been... well, it would have been a lie to say that they weren't something, terrifying even by the toughest of standards, but Sawyer didn't get so scared by threats like that anymore. What scared him were things like the wrenching guilt and despair that ripped through every last part of his heart, matters he didn't know how to address.
When he finally could move again, it was a stumble in no direction in particular. He hadn't memorized the layout of the island yet, and certainly had greater trouble of the dark. Had always been lousy at tracking. But he wandered off in some direction, because it was better than standing and waiting all over again.
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Date: 2010-11-16 04:30 am (UTC)The Reavers, they had been... well, it would have been a lie to say that they weren't something, terrifying even by the toughest of standards, but Sawyer didn't get so scared by threats like that anymore. What scared him were things like the wrenching guilt and despair that ripped through every last part of his heart, matters he didn't know how to address.
When he finally could move again, it was a stumble in no direction in particular. He hadn't memorized the layout of the island yet, and certainly had greater trouble of the dark. Had always been lousy at tracking. But he wandered off in some direction, because it was better than standing and waiting all over again.