A small but blinding light shines between them for a moment, and Ryan feels it pulling something from him. It doesn't hurt exactly, but he doesn't have time to process how it does feel before the light extinguishes and two things clatter to the ground - the mask he'd been wearing on his head and a sliver of something sharp.
Ryan should probably be relieved, but he stares down at the shard and then feels the spot on his chest where it came from. That was inside him.]
...Is that a chunk of glass?
[Hang on, he's going to ruin the nice moment by lifting up his shirt to see if he has some sort of shrapnel wound left behind (and breathes a sigh of relief when no, he doesn't).]
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A small but blinding light shines between them for a moment, and Ryan feels it pulling something from him. It doesn't hurt exactly, but he doesn't have time to process how it does feel before the light extinguishes and two things clatter to the ground - the mask he'd been wearing on his head and a sliver of something sharp.
Ryan should probably be relieved, but he stares down at the shard and then feels the spot on his chest where it came from. That was inside him.]
...Is that a chunk of glass?
[Hang on, he's going to ruin the nice moment by lifting up his shirt to see if he has some sort of shrapnel wound left behind (and breathes a sigh of relief when no, he doesn't).]