Here it is. The turning point. Where everything goes downhill and nothing is the same anymore....
The color of panic and fear.........
A nine-year-old boy pushing his mental and physical capacity to the limit to save his mother. Racing against time and the inevitable.
Here’s a not-so-fun fact: if you notice, in every panel where is Eric's POV, there’s a pulse. That pulse isn’t his. it’s Nathalie’s. And that’s because his amok is positioned right on her chest. On top of her heart. He can detect problems in advance. And somehow hear them.
So not only was Eric’s adrenaline through the roof, along with the stress of his mother dying right next to him, but her heart was screaming louder than his own, louder than the truck’s engine, and louder than the police siren. Like a reminder that silence could fall at any moment. Damn...
Oh, and also. Remember that little post about Eric’s opinion and trust in the others? Well… Emilie’s trust level dropped a tiny bit, while Gabriel’s went up. Isn’t that interesting?
Oh, and I almost forgot…
DID YOU GUYS THINK I WAS GOING TO KILL HER, HUH?! HAHA, NOPE. NUH UHH. NO SIR.
OH MY GOD, I TOOK SUCH JOY IN YOUR PLEAS FOR ME NOT TO KILL HER HAHAHhahaHAhahah
But no, I wouldn't make my baby suffer that much :,)
yet
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