Carter presses his lips together and just nods because he's afraid if he says another word he'll just start crying. He might just anyway. He clings to Luka's hand, his shoulders so tense he looks like he's about to snap, desperately fighting for some control, some composure.]
It felt real.
[And if it felt real to him, it must have felt real for Luka. Getting cut open. Dying.
He reaches up in turn, pressing his hand to the side of his neck, feeling for a pulse.]
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And Luka is okay.
Carter presses his lips together and just nods because he's afraid if he says another word he'll just start crying. He might just anyway. He clings to Luka's hand, his shoulders so tense he looks like he's about to snap, desperately fighting for some control, some composure.]
It felt real.
[And if it felt real to him, it must have felt real for Luka. Getting cut open. Dying.
He reaches up in turn, pressing his hand to the side of his neck, feeling for a pulse.]
I thought I... I lost you.
[I thought I killed you.]