On instinct, James recoils away from the feeling of something clutching his shoulder even though he going to be too exhausted to put up much of a fight. He thinks to himself, this is it, this is how I'm going to die. Pity. Except it's Moira's voice he hears, speaking to him, telling him to get up, but he may also just be dreaming her up because he is out of it. But then she unbinds his hands with something he doesn't even see, and he isn't quite sure how to react properly to his sudden and amazing change of fortune. He is relieved and just happy he isn't about to die, and he thinks he is hugging Moira. Yes, he's hugging her. Because maybe somewhere in the back of his mind he thought she was dead, and there was no way out of this.
But they can get out of here. They can make it home. Somehow they are getting home.
James doesn't understand. He knows something took him, but he never got a good look at it. "Who is they?" he asks, letting her go. He tries to stand up on his hurt ankle, hopping just a little so he doesn't press down too much weight. "Nevermind. Let's just go."
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Date: 2014-05-24 11:33 am (UTC)But they can get out of here. They can make it home. Somehow they are getting home.
James doesn't understand. He knows something took him, but he never got a good look at it. "Who is they?" he asks, letting her go. He tries to stand up on his hurt ankle, hopping just a little so he doesn't press down too much weight. "Nevermind. Let's just go."