He's startled out of his own revere by a woman screaming at him to get out of her way - thrown to the side by the motion. Christian holds no terror for him, not anymore, not after discovering that Skye was here and whatever the circumstances she could very well kill him again and everyone in the hotel and...and...
He keeps turning corners to find John there, covered in blood, maniacal after achieving everything he'd ever wanted. The only father he'd ever really known.
Any distraction.
Please god any distraction from the notion that his life was just one long parade of poor decisions and ghosts. The woman's a good enough distraction. He'll follow her, eyes hollow and staggering looking half like a ghost himself hovering just there, not moving forward.
"They're not real."
John and Christian would differ in that assumption. They are very real but ward's voice is hard and cold.
"Just keep telling yourself that. They're not real."
There was nothing worse then the well. Nothing worse then that vein of anger running through you that meant you did not give in to emotion, did not give into weakness. You survived no matter what.
24th.
He keeps turning corners to find John there, covered in blood, maniacal after achieving everything he'd ever wanted. The only father he'd ever really known.
Any distraction.
Please god any distraction from the notion that his life was just one long parade of poor decisions and ghosts. The woman's a good enough distraction. He'll follow her, eyes hollow and staggering looking half like a ghost himself hovering just there, not moving forward.
"They're not real."
John and Christian would differ in that assumption. They are very real but ward's voice is hard and cold.
"Just keep telling yourself that. They're not real."
There was nothing worse then the well. Nothing worse then that vein of anger running through you that meant you did not give in to emotion, did not give into weakness. You survived no matter what.