[ this is fine. the sound of silence is deafening, and for a moment he's stuck staring at this writhing mass of bodies melting together to become one. the sound of their cries it enough to fully distract him, though he knows charles can handle himself.
everything's bloody and there's organs and he's trying to decide what to do when the tendril appears. the thing about it is, even if she didn't glitch, he'd move. it doesn't actually help though. seeing her face (even knowing it's not real, this is fake, it's all fake (isn't it?)) is enough to make him launch himself forward trying to grab this woman's arm and pull her back from the mass, pushing aside tendrils as best as he can.
he doesn't make a sound. how can he when everything's buzzing too loudly in his own head? ]
no subject
everything's bloody and there's organs and he's trying to decide what to do when the tendril appears. the thing about it is, even if she didn't glitch, he'd move. it doesn't actually help though. seeing her face (even knowing it's not real, this is fake, it's all fake (isn't it?)) is enough to make him launch himself forward trying to grab this woman's arm and pull her back from the mass, pushing aside tendrils as best as he can.
he doesn't make a sound. how can he when everything's buzzing too loudly in his own head? ]