[The glowing ball is blurry, but he can see it well enough — and like a good kid should, he listens to smart advice, looking deeply into the ball of energy and trying to lengthen his breaths (which had been shorter and shorter, sharp and uncomfortable). Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
(It's like when he was nearly crushed, the mask was on then, too, and it was too much – he remembers almost suffocating in it, even if it didn't at all. He scrambled to get it off and panic in the open air, and yet he only seemed to drag in the smokey aftertaste of crushed cement beams-)
He breathes in, breathes out, and tries not to think about that.]
I know. I know, I'm — I'm — okay.
[He chuckles, muffled by the mask but no less shamed.]
Not much of a hero right now, letting this get to me so bad... Sorry.
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(It's like when he was nearly crushed, the mask was on then, too, and it was too much – he remembers almost suffocating in it, even if it didn't at all. He scrambled to get it off and panic in the open air, and yet he only seemed to drag in the smokey aftertaste of crushed cement beams-)
He breathes in, breathes out, and tries not to think about that.]
I know. I know, I'm — I'm — okay.
[He chuckles, muffled by the mask but no less shamed.]
Not much of a hero right now, letting this get to me so bad... Sorry.