"Please, not now..." His tone is almost pleading, his volume just loud enough to be heard over the rushing wind. Donnie doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to think about any of it but he feels like it's all right there, as simple as glancing over his shoulder. He keeps his head firmly facing forward, even at the sound of footsteps. They need to go.

He fumbles with his carabiner, just as well that Shu helps him get the clasp around the line. Everything secure, at least he hopes so. What's left of his concentration's in tatters, but he knows he can't stay in that ship another second. Out the window he goes, the wind stinging his eyes, ripping away the tears that had formed too quickly to be dried out.

It's all so fast and dizzying as he feels momentarily weightless, losing all sense of direction before eventually finding supporting hands around him and his feet guided to the firmness of a deck beneath them.