He senses as much as sees movement off to one side, his awareness of people around him heightened by being in captivity for so long, when there was nothing to do but listen for that first sound of footsteps approaching.
Turning sharply, he looks up to see who's approaching, unconsciously bracing himself against a threat. But as he glances up at the face of the person walking toward him, he stops, unable to keep from staring even though he'd been conditioned to keep his eyes on the ground.
Everything in him wants to believe that it's her, that it's really Kim walking toward him, but he'd forced himself to give up that hope of seeing her again long ago. Besides, he can't even be sure this place is real, that it's not just a hallucination.
If it is a hallucination, though, he's not sure he wants to wake up.
Without thinking he speaks her name--or tries to. Barely any sound comes out; an unintelligible, whispery rasp, as having not spoken for the length of his captivity, and having spent much of the last few hours screaming, his voice doesn't work on the first try. But his lips still make the shape of the word, which she might recognise as her own name.
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Date: 2007-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)Turning sharply, he looks up to see who's approaching, unconsciously bracing himself against a threat. But as he glances up at the face of the person walking toward him, he stops, unable to keep from staring even though he'd been conditioned to keep his eyes on the ground.
Everything in him wants to believe that it's her, that it's really Kim walking toward him, but he'd forced himself to give up that hope of seeing her again long ago. Besides, he can't even be sure this place is real, that it's not just a hallucination.
If it is a hallucination, though, he's not sure he wants to wake up.
Without thinking he speaks her name--or tries to. Barely any sound comes out; an unintelligible, whispery rasp, as having not spoken for the length of his captivity, and having spent much of the last few hours screaming, his voice doesn't work on the first try. But his lips still make the shape of the word, which she might recognise as her own name.