["An apparition". That's what Barrington Whelk has been reduced to, and at the hands of some Henrietta trailer trash kid with his dad's gun, no less. He hadn't witnessed the entirety of what had happened - the memory overall is a terribly fuzzy thing. But what he does remember is seeing the stampede, knowing what was going to happen, and the feeling of being trampled, of bones being broken in a hundred places at once, of struggling to breath when his chest caved in.
[And then this. Cabeswater. Trapped on the ley line in an area of bizarre liminal space that he can't escape from.
[As if he'd have anywhere to go anyway. There's not a single person alive who cares that he isn't. He knows that. The idea that he'd had nothing left to lose didn't go away just because he didn't get what he wanted. He's truly lost everything now, and the strangest thing about that is that it doesn't feel much different from being alive.
[Still, in death, he didn't think he'd have to see a student again. Especially not that student. Sometimes Cabeswater really does seem like the Hell he'd been counting on in the moments before he stopped being alive.
[He doesn't look at Adam, only scoffs and puts something to his lips. It's a cigarette, and it doesn't do anything other than remind him what it felt like to hold one.]
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[And then this. Cabeswater. Trapped on the ley line in an area of bizarre liminal space that he can't escape from.
[As if he'd have anywhere to go anyway. There's not a single person alive who cares that he isn't. He knows that. The idea that he'd had nothing left to lose didn't go away just because he didn't get what he wanted. He's truly lost everything now, and the strangest thing about that is that it doesn't feel much different from being alive.
[Still, in death, he didn't think he'd have to see a student again. Especially not that student. Sometimes Cabeswater really does seem like the Hell he'd been counting on in the moments before he stopped being alive.
[He doesn't look at Adam, only scoffs and puts something to his lips. It's a cigarette, and it doesn't do anything other than remind him what it felt like to hold one.]
As if you don't know just as well as I do.
All I am is here now. Little fucker...