[He tells himself he doesn't like the ocean, but that is a lie. He likes it when it's quiet, when the skies are dark, and it's just the roar of the waves as they break against the icy shore. He rarely ever lingers for more than a few minutes at a time, just a brief indulgence, because really, things are fine.
Things are fine.
The Eye might still have a hold on Jon, even in this different world, and it might be a horrible enough reminder of home, and the horrors they faced there that Martin still leaves whenever there's a statement that needs to be read, but it's fine. It could be worse. They're both alive, at least, and Martin is still determined to help Jon cope without turning into a monster.
Still, he wouldn't complain if things were better. If this world was a little less horrifying. If he wasn't quite so worried about history being doomed to repeating itself here as well. They know it's a risk, though, so they'll be able to avoid it, right? Of course they will, he tells himself.
It's fine.
Martin turns to go, and that's when it happens. His muscles seize as he turns away from the shore, and suddenly he finds himself unable to move.
Wait For Me
Things are fine.
The Eye might still have a hold on Jon, even in this different world, and it might be a horrible enough reminder of home, and the horrors they faced there that Martin still leaves whenever there's a statement that needs to be read, but it's fine. It could be worse. They're both alive, at least, and Martin is still determined to help Jon cope without turning into a monster.
Still, he wouldn't complain if things were better. If this world was a little less horrifying. If he wasn't quite so worried about history being doomed to repeating itself here as well. They know it's a risk, though, so they'll be able to avoid it, right? Of course they will, he tells himself.
It's fine.
Martin turns to go, and that's when it happens. His muscles seize as he turns away from the shore, and suddenly he finds himself unable to move.
This is most definitely not fine.]