[ thankfully maybe for them both, he is dissociating too hard to even think about the positioning, mind still trapped in that moment of trauma. fei du's breath is coming in a wheeze, short, and his hands flex closed -- and then open, backing off violently, like he's still there. like he could keep her from being strangled at the cost of himself. it makes the air in his lungs constrict again, and he wheezes, agonizingly in pain.
nahida's voice sounds like it comes through water. you're going to make it through this. is he? what about her? would she? no - she's a corpse in a bedroom hanging from the rafters, staring at him, you raise me up so i can stand on mountains -
another wheeze.
it takes another thirty seconds, but something in fei du is a survivor, and he claws for it - coughs, violently, again and again and again, dropping to the floor in a heap and clutching at his throat as he claws back for normality. ]
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nahida's voice sounds like it comes through water. you're going to make it through this. is he? what about her? would she? no - she's a corpse in a bedroom hanging from the rafters, staring at him, you raise me up so i can stand on mountains -
another wheeze.
it takes another thirty seconds, but something in fei du is a survivor, and he claws for it - coughs, violently, again and again and again, dropping to the floor in a heap and clutching at his throat as he claws back for normality. ]