[he's shaking. he's shaking like he's sitting on a very buff ice cube. if he says it out loud, it just confirms it was real, possibly even moreso than him staring at maxie's detatched arm as the colour slowly drained from it as the blood spread across the floor. like those brief moments he was still alive on groudon's stalagmite, or when odin pushed him away - or so he thinks - into the horde of zombies.
he closes his eyes, feeling his head swim, unsure if that's his exhaustion or just the pressure of it all.]
G--guy with powers. ImPort. Bad. [stringing more than a few words together feels like an impossibility at the moment, like the thoughts are dying before they even make it to his mouth.] He made a Kyogre and a Groudon and taunted me and Max when they...
[he drops his head back onto matt's shoulder.]
Maxie died.
[...and came back, and archie knows he came back, but god.]
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he closes his eyes, feeling his head swim, unsure if that's his exhaustion or just the pressure of it all.]
G--guy with powers. ImPort. Bad. [stringing more than a few words together feels like an impossibility at the moment, like the thoughts are dying before they even make it to his mouth.] He made a Kyogre and a Groudon and taunted me and Max when they...
[he drops his head back onto matt's shoulder.]
Maxie died.
[...and came back, and archie knows he came back, but god.]