There might be entirely too many of these things, but the one that matters is in Jaeger's hand, and it may have orchestrated its own undoing.
Jaeger's hands are shredded, sore, and bloody, and holding onto the thing is hard when he's just had his instep stomped. Distracted and uncertain as he is, he fumbles the case when Donna hits him, and it slips away from his grip to the sticky, stained floor.
There's a moment of absolute shock when he realizes he's lost his strange companion, a wash of complete and utter desolation that draws a small, pathetic sound from him. Not tears, but overwhelming shame as he realizes that he's psychically naked, exposed and helpless with all his scars and wounds and failure.
Breath comes in rough, harsh gasps, and the impulse is there, just for a fleeting moment, to lash out, to defend himself in any way possible. Then to run and hide. But it all cascades over him in a confusing rush of impulses, and the only thing that he can actually do is stand there, stunned, staring at the phone case where it lays on the floor.
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Jaeger's hands are shredded, sore, and bloody, and holding onto the thing is hard when he's just had his instep stomped. Distracted and uncertain as he is, he fumbles the case when Donna hits him, and it slips away from his grip to the sticky, stained floor.
There's a moment of absolute shock when he realizes he's lost his strange companion, a wash of complete and utter desolation that draws a small, pathetic sound from him. Not tears, but overwhelming shame as he realizes that he's psychically naked, exposed and helpless with all his scars and wounds and failure.
Breath comes in rough, harsh gasps, and the impulse is there, just for a fleeting moment, to lash out, to defend himself in any way possible. Then to run and hide. But it all cascades over him in a confusing rush of impulses, and the only thing that he can actually do is stand there, stunned, staring at the phone case where it lays on the floor.