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[ isn't entirely there even when the plane comes to a complete stop; the noise ringing in his head is as painful as he remembers it being, making him sway a bit while pressing a hand to his forehead. the world before his eyes seems to double, triple, merge back into one, then double again, while the blueprint-world throbs in noisy emptiness. makes small whimpering noises when they're walking, barely hanging onto consciousness by focusing on that comforting, erratic heartbeat he knows is near.

gropes around for a smaller hand that he knows is around (but can't remember why it would be right this moment) while mumbling absentmindedly under his breath in german, as if he's welcoming himself back home. ]

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[ hands grip at caleb's as he shakes slightly, mixed between feeling angry yet sad at the same time. doesn't even pay attention to the tears rolling down his cheeks, too focused and blind to recognize them as he continues on. ]

I was scared, Caleb. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I don't even remember what happened after that, just... the look on Liam's face when he... he died. It hurt. It still hurts. [ releases a hand, wiping his eyes quickly though it does nothing to help. places that hand on his chest, right above his heart. ] I'm empty, Caleb. Every day I wake up and there's this... this hole. Right here. And it aches because I can't feel him anymore. A part of me died back then and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll always be half-dead.

And the more I thought about it over the years, the more it made me angry. I shut down, and all I could think about is how much I hated them. Albert didn't hesitate when he killed the one person who was the most important to me. The only one I was fully attached to, the one I... I loved more than life itself. And that-- that woman. If she hadn't been alive, then Liam wouldn't have died. I can tell, I can feel it, like... like Liam left those feelings and thoughts with me.