His stomach's still bottomed out with the memories of grief, and the person that grips at his shoulders? It's no person at all. A ghost from his past, one that he's fought beside and against for longer than he can remember.
Still, another pang of grief wracks his heart, and he feels his limbs freeze up as, for a moment, all he can do is stare at him. Smoke seems to curl around him, a mist that almost seems to form spectres in the darkness. He remembers it all so clearly, a funeral, how maybe if he hadn't left Blackwatch, things would have been different...
"Reyes." He replies, voice still shaken with anguish. He clears his throat, tries to make himself sound more intimidating. "The hell you doin' here."
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His stomach's still bottomed out with the memories of grief, and the person that grips at his shoulders? It's no person at all. A ghost from his past, one that he's fought beside and against for longer than he can remember.
Still, another pang of grief wracks his heart, and he feels his limbs freeze up as, for a moment, all he can do is stare at him. Smoke seems to curl around him, a mist that almost seems to form spectres in the darkness. He remembers it all so clearly, a funeral, how maybe if he hadn't left Blackwatch, things would have been different...
"Reyes." He replies, voice still shaken with anguish. He clears his throat, tries to make himself sound more intimidating.
"The hell you doin' here."