[The word is soft, carried on the breath of a sigh as Alastair slides down the side of the bed and lands heavily on the floor, his head in his hands.
There is a deep, yawning despair that threatens to swallow him whole. He can feel it. It terrifies him.
He can't... he's not strong enough to face it. He can't face it. Not again. Not again. He's lost too many people he's loved.
He's not strong enough.
His head leans back against the bed and he stares up at the ceiling, and slowly, very slowly, completely forgetting that the Mentors are watching, he puts the pain away where he can't feel it anymore.]
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[The word is soft, carried on the breath of a sigh as Alastair slides down the side of the bed and lands heavily on the floor, his head in his hands.
There is a deep, yawning despair that threatens to swallow him whole. He can feel it. It terrifies him.
He can't... he's not strong enough to face it. He can't face it. Not again. Not again. He's lost too many people he's loved.
He's not strong enough.
His head leans back against the bed and he stares up at the ceiling, and slowly, very slowly, completely forgetting that the Mentors are watching, he puts the pain away where he can't feel it anymore.]