[ He grunts with unrestrained effort, pulling himself up with the arm from which he's dangling. Bicep straining, upper body strength tested, until he's high enough to latch his other hand around the creature's wrist in turn. Screw that thing if it thinks he's gonna dangle like a fish, he supports some of his own weight with that hold. You got him, he's got you.
As for the question...
His eyes drop down to the writhing masses below for only a second before they're back up again — fixated instead on Blake even though he's meant to be addressing the monster.
The answer's easier than you might think. ]
They're already gone.
[ He rasps, less angry, but only by a hair. It's colored with perspective, touched with something old and tired and knowing. ]
You can't take back what's done. You can't fix the past.
[ He'll never be able to un-kill, un-torture, un-hurt. He's gonna carry that for the rest of his life, and when he's done he knows he'll be right back down there with them so they can go back to drowning him.
You can't change the past, but you can still save the present.
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As for the question...
His eyes drop down to the writhing masses below for only a second before they're back up again — fixated instead on Blake even though he's meant to be addressing the monster.
The answer's easier than you might think. ]
They're already gone.
[ He rasps, less angry, but only by a hair. It's colored with perspective, touched with something old and tired and knowing. ]
You can't take back what's done. You can't fix the past.
[ He'll never be able to un-kill, un-torture, un-hurt. He's gonna carry that for the rest of his life, and when he's done he knows he'll be right back down there with them so they can go back to drowning him.
You can't change the past, but you can still save the present.
He nods his head at Blake. ]
Him.
[ Confident, waverless. Stone certain. ]