[It's much too late to turn Prior's head away. A man just had his throat slashed, and as nice as it would be to be able to look at something else and pretend the rest isn't happening, when you've seen the first car skid out of control, it's not possible to close your eyes and pretend the crash won't come. And he can hear it, the godawful sound of someone drowning in their own blood.
With two hands wrapping Dorian's forearm he pulls that protective shield down and watches the hack-and-slash progress down the hall, bile rising sharp and acrid in his stomach.]
What are they-
[And a fresh fear chases the other out of his voice.]
Are they coming for you?
[Curse the fact he's still un-crippled for the moment. With one blank look of shock at the Dorian he's with, Prior starts running done the hall toward the other.]
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With two hands wrapping Dorian's forearm he pulls that protective shield down and watches the hack-and-slash progress down the hall, bile rising sharp and acrid in his stomach.]
What are they-
[And a fresh fear chases the other out of his voice.]
Are they coming for you?
[Curse the fact he's still un-crippled for the moment. With one blank look of shock at the Dorian he's with, Prior starts running done the hall toward the other.]