( He turns so he can lean his forehead against the wall, but his mask is in the way. Atlas. The mask is meant to mean he's Atlas, and yet he's let all this unfold. His cheek, at least, can press against the wall.
A drawn out moment skips by him. Or is he being dragged past time, instead, some undertow threatening to pull him under? There's that pang of anxiety, panic, adrenaline surging because something very wrong is about to happen or is happening already. )
Forget it.
( This. Or something, he doesn't really know. ) What-- what d-do you want m-me to do?
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A drawn out moment skips by him. Or is he being dragged past time, instead, some undertow threatening to pull him under? There's that pang of anxiety, panic, adrenaline surging because something very wrong is about to happen or is happening already. )
Forget it.
( This. Or something, he doesn't really know. ) What-- what d-do you want m-me to do?