They don't have the luxury of resting, much less stopping to lick their wounds, not yet. Donnie doesn't even remember getting this far, their evacuation from the scene of Terra's attack a blur. Other Corsairs were taking care of the wounded and here he is, moving with them towards the airship.
Things still hurt, and it's a wonder he's even able to walk at all. He feels off, a different kind of weary than from pulling several all-nighters, wired by adrenaline, the only fuel keeping him functioning.
Vaguely he can tell the difference once they're aboard, the temperature not too much different inside than out, but overall he still feels cold for all the layers he has on. He stands there just inside the ship while everyone hurries about to make preparations for the departure, a small rock sitting in the middle of a stream of activity.
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BLUVINK ESCAPE
Date: 2025-01-13 06:21 pm (UTC)Things still hurt, and it's a wonder he's even able to walk at all. He feels off, a different kind of weary than from pulling several all-nighters, wired by adrenaline, the only fuel keeping him functioning.
Vaguely he can tell the difference once they're aboard, the temperature not too much different inside than out, but overall he still feels cold for all the layers he has on. He stands there just inside the ship while everyone hurries about to make preparations for the departure, a small rock sitting in the middle of a stream of activity.