[ Sinclair's endurance is good and he's only a little tired when they finally come to a stop. He stares at Oria for a moment but nothing comes out of his mouth. What could he even say?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
His head is still pounding, the static sending little fragments of memory through his skull. So he leans forward and rests his head against Oria's shoulder. He wants to hug Oria. But that was more of a comforting thing for himself than the person he wanted to help the most]
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
His head is still pounding, the static sending little fragments of memory through his skull. So he leans forward and rests his head against Oria's shoulder. He wants to hug Oria. But that was more of a comforting thing for himself than the person he wanted to help the most]