[Right, so his attempt to tackle one of the guards didn't quite go as planned. He takes a hard elbow to the gut, crumpling as he goes down. Still he can't stay down, so as soon as Lance catches his breath again, he attempts to get back on his feet to help Allura in any way possible.
She's never really needed his help in physical combat before, and some overly optimistic part of him wants to believe that this is still true. Grass is green, the sky is blue, Allura can thrash just about anyone with her hands tied behind her back. But overwhelmingly it becomes obvious this isn't the case, and his second attempt to help is made all the more desperate for it. He attempts to jump one of the guards, hoping to choke it or something with the chains on his wrist, but the guards are even more alert this time around, and he finds himself thrown to the ground, gasping for air and stinging just about everywhere.
He turns when she calls his name, smiling through a wince.]
It's gonna be okay.
[That's the truth of it, isn't it? "Just a simulation" and all, but it still feels like a blatant lie as he says it. He wishes it didn't.
The next instant, the guards yank at the chains binding his wrist, forcing him up to his knees. A spear is pointed at the small of his back: the message is clear enough: get up and walk. He never takes his eyes off Allura during this, his whole body turning to lead as he watches the guards do the same to her.]
It's gonna be okay.
[He repeats the words with as much conviction as he can muster, for the both of them. Gingerly, he gets up on his feet, and the two of them are marched out the door. Where they're being taken is a little unclear, but you don't need much of an imagination when the stench of blood and decay gets stronger as they walk down a darkened hallway.]
You say, as if not delighted.
She's never really needed his help in physical combat before, and some overly optimistic part of him wants to believe that this is still true. Grass is green, the sky is blue, Allura can thrash just about anyone with her hands tied behind her back. But overwhelmingly it becomes obvious this isn't the case, and his second attempt to help is made all the more desperate for it. He attempts to jump one of the guards, hoping to choke it or something with the chains on his wrist, but the guards are even more alert this time around, and he finds himself thrown to the ground, gasping for air and stinging just about everywhere.
He turns when she calls his name, smiling through a wince.]
It's gonna be okay.
[That's the truth of it, isn't it? "Just a simulation" and all, but it still feels like a blatant lie as he says it. He wishes it didn't.
The next instant, the guards yank at the chains binding his wrist, forcing him up to his knees. A spear is pointed at the small of his back: the message is clear enough: get up and walk. He never takes his eyes off Allura during this, his whole body turning to lead as he watches the guards do the same to her.]
It's gonna be okay.
[He repeats the words with as much conviction as he can muster, for the both of them. Gingerly, he gets up on his feet, and the two of them are marched out the door. Where they're being taken is a little unclear, but you don't need much of an imagination when the stench of blood and decay gets stronger as they walk down a darkened hallway.]