( He can feel sharp little nips at the tips of his fingers. Demons, they must be. Poking and prodding at him while he's on the way to some worse torture...
The nightmarish haze continues, thick and heavy. Peter thinks he smells burning (this would actually be a fire going nearby where people are burning some rubble from the house). There's a flash of concern in him — how badly will it hurt? To be cast into Hell's flames — but it's numbed down, he's still too out of it. Even when his limp body is coaxed into a sitting-up position in a chair, his head's lolling, drool trailing out of the side of his mouth.
But he thinks he hears... a familiar name. )
Ange...? ( He mumbles, his mind forming some scenario that maybe Ange's here, too. ) No... let her go... She doesn't deserve this...
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The nightmarish haze continues, thick and heavy. Peter thinks he smells burning (this would actually be a fire going nearby where people are burning some rubble from the house). There's a flash of concern in him — how badly will it hurt? To be cast into Hell's flames — but it's numbed down, he's still too out of it. Even when his limp body is coaxed into a sitting-up position in a chair, his head's lolling, drool trailing out of the side of his mouth.
But he thinks he hears... a familiar name. )
Ange...? ( He mumbles, his mind forming some scenario that maybe Ange's here, too. ) No... let her go... She doesn't deserve this...