[Prior meanwhile backs himself into a corner, rising distress marked out by the echo of his breath against the curve of his hand. He watches over the tips of his fingers as the Prior tied to his bed by IV tubes and stat monitors stirs slowly.]
He brought me in two weeks ago. I haven't seen him since. [The slip into the present is unintentional, this is recent enough to still feel visceral.] No, we have to get out of here. I can't do this again, we have to go.
[But he's frozen in place, and Louis cuts in with I'm leaving just as the Prior of his time's expression turns from momentary hope to something furious and wretched. The fuck you are.
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He brought me in two weeks ago. I haven't seen him since. [The slip into the present is unintentional, this is recent enough to still feel visceral.] No, we have to get out of here. I can't do this again, we have to go.
[But he's frozen in place, and Louis cuts in with I'm leaving just as the Prior of his time's expression turns from momentary hope to something furious and wretched. The fuck you are.
I'm leaving, I already have.]