[oh, no. nonono-- he's been spotted now, meaning there's very little chance he can turn and outrun this guy. he'd seen what 'weapon x' had done to all those men, stepped over so many dead bodies while hoping he and his friends wouldn't be next, but–
the guy hadn't said a single word before.
backpedaling a few more steps, the teleporter's attention stays completely focused on logan, heart hammering so hard against his ribs, he's afraid they might snap beneath the pressure. he holds his breath, left foot sweeping back like he might move again, and his heel comes down on a patch of ice.
he doesn't do anything as graceless as falling, though he does slide, both arms raising from his sides to balance himself out. then — like a deer caught in headlights — he stands there, gaping not unlike a fish out of water. physically, he says nothing, but every fiber of his being is screaming: "please, god, don't let him be the same person."]
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the guy hadn't said a single word before.
backpedaling a few more steps, the teleporter's attention stays completely focused on logan, heart hammering so hard against his ribs, he's afraid they might snap beneath the pressure. he holds his breath, left foot sweeping back like he might move again, and his heel comes down on a patch of ice.
he doesn't do anything as graceless as falling, though he does slide, both arms raising from his sides to balance himself out. then — like a deer caught in headlights — he stands there, gaping not unlike a fish out of water. physically, he says nothing, but every fiber of his being is screaming: "please, god, don't let him be the same person."]