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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ' that was stupid.Ā āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā caleb never raises his voice at nott. heās never been angry at her - the only kind of yelling that takes place between them is the yelling on the battlefield, when neither of them has the time to message the other. and right now, he wishes he could. he wishes he could get himself to be louder, to make clear how much he hated seeing her jump in front of him like that, taking a hit that wasnāt meant for her, a hit he couldāve handled. he wishes he could express the turmoil inside of his chest, the inferno that wonāt calm, to make her understand.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he saw the blood, and he thought heādĀ loseĀ her for a second, and it was so similar to what heād felt when his parents died. the little crack right before the break, the sudden fear and horror, ready to take him apart at the seams. calebās shaking as he wraps his arms around her small form - he canāt see, canāt hear, his only focus on the fact that he can feel her, right there, beneath his hands, real and alive and okay. sheās breathing. sheās conscious.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā and unnecessary.Ā ā he doesnāt realize that jester takes a few steps back. to tell you the truth, heās forgotten that she was even there in the first place.Ā ā you didnāt need to do that. i would have been fine - fine.Ā ā thereās a tremor in his voice she surely recognizes, despite him trying his hardest to sound firm. heās failing, in every sense of the word, and if it werenāt for the panic rushing through his body, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, heād probably be sobbing right about now. ( god, he hasnāt cried in years. )Ā
