[ it feels like the shrill ring that's left after a grenade goes off, even five, ten minutes after, the shocks still holding to him like a death grip as the symbiote bleeds loss into sam's mind, and all he can think is no, no no no, not like that. they were all linked and he was there, in his place, how can he just be gone so suddenly? there's this gaping hole in them now, and sam only feels it push wider and wider.
even as he's being shuffled out of the VEN building, only half paying attention to where hands are urging at him, on the pavement his feet hit, sam's mind is feeling over that bleeding void, like a soldier presses hands over a fatal wound, knowing it's useless to stop the flow of it. he finds Ren there, agony loud and searing, violent tempest that his mind typically is now like an inferno in comparison to a match stick. all he can do is reach, pull at him, such a stark urgency in the sentiment, but without anything more to say to fix this, patch this, or even begin to address it. ]
post boom :(
even as he's being shuffled out of the VEN building, only half paying attention to where hands are urging at him, on the pavement his feet hit, sam's mind is feeling over that bleeding void, like a soldier presses hands over a fatal wound, knowing it's useless to stop the flow of it. he finds Ren there, agony loud and searing, violent tempest that his mind typically is now like an inferno in comparison to a match stick. all he can do is reach, pull at him, such a stark urgency in the sentiment, but without anything more to say to fix this, patch this, or even begin to address it. ]
( Ren. )