[ His interactions with Red have totaled only a handful in number, most of them restricted to volleys of question-and-answer over their Refugee network. To Frederick, Red is an easy-going woman, self-assured but not pompous, enough that he doesn't spend much time wondering what her home life might have been like.
Until now.
The rage is the first thing that hits him, a tension he hasn't felt in quite some time. It feels intrusive to stand there, especially once the face of the woman registers, but there's no option left to him but stay there and watch in silence as Red strikes down the creature before her. But the most disturbing part comes after, as a new voice enters his ears and echoes and echoes and echoes.
He doesn't speak until after the stage vanishes, and even then his voice remains strained. ]
2b (or not 2b)
Until now.
The rage is the first thing that hits him, a tension he hasn't felt in quite some time. It feels intrusive to stand there, especially once the face of the woman registers, but there's no option left to him but stay there and watch in silence as Red strikes down the creature before her. But the most disturbing part comes after, as a new voice enters his ears and echoes and echoes and echoes.
He doesn't speak until after the stage vanishes, and even then his voice remains strained. ]
What was—that?
[ Who? ]