[Far from full of energy, Prior's finding terror and blind fury make a fair substitute. He hasn't been down long - even the medicated unconsciousness administered as a mercy while he was too messed up to refuse it hasn't been much competition for the wrath of heaven. But Prior intends to be.
He sees the door open and starts clattering determinedly toward it, leg dragging but one obstacle cleared. It takes a long moment before he realizes Miles is on the other side of the handle.]
No. [He's quite clear, looking back over his shoulder to a room already a mess, blankets tossed to the door.] No I wouldn't. I need to get some clothes, get out of here, get
[And by now it's clear there's no one else in the hallway.]
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He sees the door open and starts clattering determinedly toward it, leg dragging but one obstacle cleared. It takes a long moment before he realizes Miles is on the other side of the handle.]
No. [He's quite clear, looking back over his shoulder to a room already a mess, blankets tossed to the door.] No I wouldn't. I need to get some clothes, get out of here, get
[And by now it's clear there's no one else in the hallway.]
...Is it just you?