[ frustrated is simply the beginning of what he is, as clueless as everyone else. he has his suspicions, his theories, but it all comes down to one inarguable fact: whatever this place is, it's formidable. it's formidable enough to take him unwittingly. formidable enough to do the same to countless others, and now to her. he blinks slow, feeling a drop in his stomach watching as she nods and wipes her eyes.
they are all clueless.
next to helpless, but not quite. he has never broken against any odds, and he doesn't intend to fold like so much insignificance now. his rage is bottled, teeming, brimming at the surface. it mixes in a heady mixture with all his fears, all the scenarios he dare not consider for his own sanity.
in the silence he could very well spiral thinking of his daughter.
it is part of the reason his gaze follows her, quietly intense, drinking her in. he is simply glad to have someone to see and touch. someone familiar. someone he might trust. it's gratitude he fights to reject, for his own survival. ] Go. [ his hold loosens and he looks to the fire and the pile of blankets in front of it, then the broken floorboards. ] I'll cover up this mess.
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they are all clueless.
next to helpless, but not quite. he has never broken against any odds, and he doesn't intend to fold like so much insignificance now. his rage is bottled, teeming, brimming at the surface. it mixes in a heady mixture with all his fears, all the scenarios he dare not consider for his own sanity.
in the silence he could very well spiral thinking of his daughter.
it is part of the reason his gaze follows her, quietly intense, drinking her in. he is simply glad to have someone to see and touch. someone familiar.
someone he might trust.it's gratitude he fights to reject, for his own survival. ] Go. [ his hold loosens and he looks to the fire and the pile of blankets in front of it, then the broken floorboards. ] I'll cover up this mess.