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( prax barely realises that for a moment, amos might've pulled him off, seemed like he was about it. he barely realises because his fear and sense of loss are too encompassing for him to focus on that kind of thing. it's too much. the thought that mei might've died never knowing that he tried, that she might've been turned into a hybrid, even as a hybrid, she's probably long dead now, that thought makes everything else seem insignificant.

he can't think about anything else right now. he doesn't know how to.

amos is still and strong, voice soft and his hands warm and prax lets himself fall against amos and trust amos to catch him, to hold him up. it wouldn't be so bad if amos didn't, either, but amos doesn't. )

I don't—

( he drags in a ragged breath. ) I don't know if I can. ( right now, he can't. )