[ Funny how this place works. Maes blinks his eyes several times, trying to ward away the strange fuzziness at the edge of his vision, sitting just outside the little phonebooth and its cobbles. He nearly misses the sound of his name, but his body reacts, turning to look over one shoulder. ]
Roy? You can't be here, it's—
[ Sharp, intense pain. Pain that makes his vision flash dangerously white, that drags him back into the reality of the moment. He sucks in a sharp breath and raises his eyes to his friend's face, surprised and confused. ] Fancy meeting you here. [ Making light of it, but the sick realization that blood flows down his own chest, onto the ground, filling the cracks of cobbles and pavement makes his head spin. ]
I was just— [ His vision dances again and he wobbles on his feet, face ghostly pale. It's fear, more than anything, because he'd just been fine moments ago. Until he heard the crack of gunfire, until he saw the blood...
His eyes swing back to focus on Roy's face, eyelids heavy and lazy as he fights against the sharp, pulsing pain in his chest. ] Can hear you loud and clear, Colonel.
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Roy? You can't be here, it's—
[ Sharp, intense pain. Pain that makes his vision flash dangerously white, that drags him back into the reality of the moment. He sucks in a sharp breath and raises his eyes to his friend's face, surprised and confused. ] Fancy meeting you here. [ Making light of it, but the sick realization that blood flows down his own chest, onto the ground, filling the cracks of cobbles and pavement makes his head spin. ]
I was just— [ His vision dances again and he wobbles on his feet, face ghostly pale. It's fear, more than anything, because he'd just been fine moments ago. Until he heard the crack of gunfire, until he saw the blood...
His eyes swing back to focus on Roy's face, eyelids heavy and lazy as he fights against the sharp, pulsing pain in his chest. ] Can hear you loud and clear, Colonel.