[ the carriage continues onwards, rocking along the ledge of the mountain. the wood creaks, and tremors cause the carriage to violently shake every 10 feet or so.
cannons sound off in the distance. people are screaming, scrambling, gathering what they have.
the carriage comes to a sudden stop. when you blink again, the man who once sat next you will become a boy. He is trembling, crying, quaking in his shoes — the confidence that once ruled those features is entirely absent. more notably, his hands, clothes and face are stained with splashes of crimson.
he looks towards you. desperation floods the amber of his eyes. ]
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cannons sound off in the distance. people are screaming, scrambling, gathering what they have.
the carriage comes to a sudden stop. when you blink again, the man who once sat next you will become a boy. He is trembling, crying, quaking in his shoes — the confidence that once ruled those features is entirely absent. more notably, his hands, clothes and face are stained with splashes of crimson.
he looks towards you. desperation floods the amber of his eyes. ]
I didn't want...you to s-see anything...
[ he swallows. he is beyond your reach. ]
I d-didn't...want you to hurt...