[The dawning realization on his face isn't slow, and pain morphs in his eyes -- but not the face.]
Gone--
[He says it like it has to be some kind of joke -- because it is, right? He had come down here to keep Lazarevic from getting back to Elena and Chloe, rest of the world be damned. And she was--gone?
The pain that begins to creep into his expression is quickly replaced by anger, and he looks down at the ground furiously. He couldn't take it out on Lazarevic -- he was already dead. There was nothing but this sap, Chloe's hand, and the tree he was holding onto. So rather than reach for Chloe's offered hand, tension rapidly wells up in his shoulders and he slams a fist down on the wood until it splits and his hand begins to bleed.]
Damn it--!
[It is very apparent that the swear is not for his now-mangled hand (it must be mangled -- there is blood, even if his skin suddenly appears to have knit back together). His shoulders stiffen with a mixture of hatred and guilt. How could he have let that happen? He never should have left. He should have taken Chloe and Elena and ran away -- far away, and burned together when their time came.
Now what? Now he has a bitter taste in his mouth, Elena's blood on his hands, and nothing to show for it. Nothing but glowing attire and sticky fingers.]
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Gone--
[He says it like it has to be some kind of joke -- because it is, right? He had come down here to keep Lazarevic from getting back to Elena and Chloe, rest of the world be damned. And she was--gone?
The pain that begins to creep into his expression is quickly replaced by anger, and he looks down at the ground furiously. He couldn't take it out on Lazarevic -- he was already dead. There was nothing but this sap, Chloe's hand, and the tree he was holding onto. So rather than reach for Chloe's offered hand, tension rapidly wells up in his shoulders and he slams a fist down on the wood until it splits and his hand begins to bleed.]
Damn it--!
[It is very apparent that the swear is not for his now-mangled hand (it must be mangled -- there is blood, even if his skin suddenly appears to have knit back together). His shoulders stiffen with a mixture of hatred and guilt. How could he have let that happen? He never should have left. He should have taken Chloe and Elena and ran away -- far away, and burned together when their time came.
Now what? Now he has a bitter taste in his mouth, Elena's blood on his hands, and nothing to show for it. Nothing but glowing attire and sticky fingers.]