[ Robby doesn't let go of Mob's shoulder, not without a request to. This is about as much as he knows he can do, has been shown this type of support, even if it's not been in the middle of anything like this. He needs to be strong too, despite the sight and sounds--
This is what Trench is, too. You can't avoid it at every level all the time.
It's easier to witness, however, when Robby knows what Mob is doing, or trying to do; putting his trust in him, backing him up this way. He can't run away, get absorbed in his own fear-- he has to be strong. And there's a reward in their not running as the wailing comes to an end, the body melting in on itself, and the spirit there, once a twisted deformed mass, showing something more calm, ordinary.
There for a few seconds, and then the empty shell of what was once a beast now more like an empty skin left behind, frozen in its block of ice. Everything is quiet, and Robby just stares at it between wonder and bafflement.
Until Mob says 'Thank you', and he lets go of a breath, looks at him, and turns so he can wrap an arm around his back and give him a squeeze of a one-armed hug. ]
You did it. [ See? his tone implies, Robby lingering for a few seconds in that hold before he withdraws, a smile pressing into his cheeks. ] I didn't know anyone could do that, but you did. You... you did great, Mob.
[ Helping someone that much... and they made it out alive, too. That's a more personal feeling, one he can't ignore, his fear from earlier loosening in his body and turning into relief. A kind of relief that's wetting his eyes some, his lips rolling and pinching together. ]
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This is what Trench is, too. You can't avoid it at every level all the time.
It's easier to witness, however, when Robby knows what Mob is doing, or trying to do; putting his trust in him, backing him up this way. He can't run away, get absorbed in his own fear-- he has to be strong. And there's a reward in their not running as the wailing comes to an end, the body melting in on itself, and the spirit there, once a twisted deformed mass, showing something more calm, ordinary.
There for a few seconds, and then the empty shell of what was once a beast now more like an empty skin left behind, frozen in its block of ice. Everything is quiet, and Robby just stares at it between wonder and bafflement.
Until Mob says 'Thank you', and he lets go of a breath, looks at him, and turns so he can wrap an arm around his back and give him a squeeze of a one-armed hug. ]
You did it. [ See? his tone implies, Robby lingering for a few seconds in that hold before he withdraws, a smile pressing into his cheeks. ] I didn't know anyone could do that, but you did. You... you did great, Mob.
[ Helping someone that much... and they made it out alive, too. That's a more personal feeling, one he can't ignore, his fear from earlier loosening in his body and turning into relief. A kind of relief that's wetting his eyes some, his lips rolling and pinching together. ]