He's not sure what he expected, and then it doesn't matter.
For a fraction of a second he's thinking of the fire, but then it's nothing like the fire at all. The fire had just been on him. This is in him, blasting through every cell and into a part of him he knows goes beyond his heart or his brain, the place where everything is broken. It's teeth on his throat, in his throat; it's his throat torn out, his ribcage exploded open and Neil's hand around his heart. It's agony beyond everything he's ever felt.
It's wonderful.
He thinks he might be screaming but he can't be sure. His awareness has folded inward to where Neil is knitting the fragments of him back together, the seams closing, everything brilliant fury.
He's not sure he can take another second of it, and he's not sure he ever wants it to end.
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For a fraction of a second he's thinking of the fire, but then it's nothing like the fire at all. The fire had just been on him. This is in him, blasting through every cell and into a part of him he knows goes beyond his heart or his brain, the place where everything is broken. It's teeth on his throat, in his throat; it's his throat torn out, his ribcage exploded open and Neil's hand around his heart. It's agony beyond everything he's ever felt.
It's wonderful.
He thinks he might be screaming but he can't be sure. His awareness has folded inward to where Neil is knitting the fragments of him back together, the seams closing, everything brilliant fury.
He's not sure he can take another second of it, and he's not sure he ever wants it to end.