[The channel of communication closes, which is for the best. The only words that come to Paul in the moment are better not spoken.
By the time Lycka comes through the wall, Paul is on his feet, pallid but unwavering. The pain can be disciplined and harnessed with sufficient will, and that's something Paul has never lacked. All he needed was a direction to focus it in, which Lycka provides for the entire nearly silent, seething trek from Lantern to Lantern until the last short, walked leg of the journey.
It doesn't take long for the unlikely rescue trio to arrive on Lazarus' bloody threshold. The lock gives way with a single sharp blow, framing Paul in the doorway as he takes in the gory room and the crumpled, abbreviated figure in its center.
He kicks aside a piece of debris on his way to kneeling at Lazarus' side, slightly unnecessarily. He reaches for the elbow of Lazarus' left arm, jaw set in a terminal, forbidding line.]
Lazarus? [For all his tension, he says it softly.] Do you hear me?
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By the time Lycka comes through the wall, Paul is on his feet, pallid but unwavering. The pain can be disciplined and harnessed with sufficient will, and that's something Paul has never lacked. All he needed was a direction to focus it in, which Lycka provides for the entire nearly silent, seething trek from Lantern to Lantern until the last short, walked leg of the journey.
It doesn't take long for the unlikely rescue trio to arrive on Lazarus' bloody threshold. The lock gives way with a single sharp blow, framing Paul in the doorway as he takes in the gory room and the crumpled, abbreviated figure in its center.
He kicks aside a piece of debris on his way to kneeling at Lazarus' side, slightly unnecessarily. He reaches for the elbow of Lazarus' left arm, jaw set in a terminal, forbidding line.]
Lazarus? [For all his tension, he says it softly.] Do you hear me?