[His back collides into Alec, though it’s not as terrible as a tumble as it could have been thanks to the man’s magic. The force of being initially thrown, however, still hurts like hell, lacking having the wind knocked out of him and then some.
Henry’s feet try to find purchase on the ground. He barely registers Alec’s arm looped around him, holding him up, until he tries to straighten.
He should pry him away. But there’s something utterly… hollowing about being face-to-face with one’s Shadow, being so unable to fight back, hearing all of those things (broken), that his effort is half-hearted at best. A hand pressing fingertips into his forearm, trying to push weakly.]
Why are you here— This doesn’t have anything to do with you, just go.
[Don’t look at this, don’t hear this. Don’t view him in that light, don’t.
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Henry’s feet try to find purchase on the ground. He barely registers Alec’s arm looped around him, holding him up, until he tries to straighten.
He should pry him away. But there’s something utterly… hollowing about being face-to-face with one’s Shadow, being so unable to fight back, hearing all of those things (broken), that his effort is half-hearted at best. A hand pressing fingertips into his forearm, trying to push weakly.]
Why are you here— This doesn’t have anything to do with you, just go.
[Don’t look at this, don’t hear this. Don’t view him in that light, don’t.
Vecna rumbles a low laugh.]