[ Angelo is about to protest - it doesn't sit particularly well with him to leave Hickey behind to play hero with his make-shift bomb. He's more useful right here at Hickey's side, handling the unwieldy ex-stove! Let the others get the boat ready! Many such protests run through his head in a split second, but then Hickey takes hold of his bloodied wrist and shoves the case into his equally bloodied fingers. All protest dies within him. The case is so light and yet so weighty - he's held it before when fighting a monster. Felt it comfortingly in his pocket, saw it-- Now is not the time to think about those gunshots.
Angelo closes his hand tightly around Elias' soul.
("Do you trust me?")
From the side, he can hear the Tuunbaq find its footing on the breaking ice again. There's no time. Behind them, there's Tozer's voice bellowing commands to Manson in order to bring the boat closer to the shaking edge of their self-decimating little island. There's no time.
Angelo holds Hickey's gaze for as long as he can. ]
Understood.
[ He slips the case into his bloodied coat, to be stored in his inner chest pocket, safe against his own body. As he turns from Hickey and towards their remaining crew, he wonders what Hickey is thinking right now, facing down the beast that had once saved him.
("—he won’t help you, not in the past, and not in the future.")
As he rushes towards the boat, a bullet whirs past Angelo at a barely safe distance, and from the animalistic groan that chimes out next, Angelo knows that Hodgson has hit his target. Good. Hickey needs any second they can buy him - but Angelo can't afford to join the shooters, not when he is carrying cargo that is as precious as his own life. He rushes past Hodgson and Tozer both, eager to take Manson's outstretched hand and tumble into the shaky little lifeboat. As he tries to regain his balance, his eyes fall onto something in the water - a hand as pale as death, gone as soon as it appeared. As if Hoar were still calling out for help. Or as if he were still reaching for more of the to join him and be free of this terror.
Angelo's eyes lift further, now seeking Hickey through the last remnants of smoke. He doesn't look at Tozer and Hodgson as he commands them. ]
We're ditching camp the minute he gets back here. Until then, watch your footing!
[ While Angelo couldn't care less about Hoar's grudging soul one way or another, they'll need men to row. It would be a waste to abandon some of their strongest to the freezing waves just because they were unprepared for the explosion about to be set off. ]
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Angelo closes his hand tightly around Elias' soul.
("Do you trust me?")
From the side, he can hear the Tuunbaq find its footing on the breaking ice again. There's no time. Behind them, there's Tozer's voice bellowing commands to Manson in order to bring the boat closer to the shaking edge of their self-decimating little island. There's no time.
Angelo holds Hickey's gaze for as long as he can. ]
Understood.
[ He slips the case into his bloodied coat, to be stored in his inner chest pocket, safe against his own body. As he turns from Hickey and towards their remaining crew, he wonders what Hickey is thinking right now, facing down the beast that had once saved him.
("—he won’t help you, not in the past, and not in the future.")
As he rushes towards the boat, a bullet whirs past Angelo at a barely safe distance, and from the animalistic groan that chimes out next, Angelo knows that Hodgson has hit his target. Good. Hickey needs any second they can buy him - but Angelo can't afford to join the shooters, not when he is carrying cargo that is as precious as his own life. He rushes past Hodgson and Tozer both, eager to take Manson's outstretched hand and tumble into the shaky little lifeboat. As he tries to regain his balance, his eyes fall onto something in the water - a hand as pale as death, gone as soon as it appeared. As if Hoar were still calling out for help. Or as if he were still reaching for more of the to join him and be free of this terror.
Angelo's eyes lift further, now seeking Hickey through the last remnants of smoke. He doesn't look at Tozer and Hodgson as he commands them. ]
We're ditching camp the minute he gets back here. Until then, watch your footing!
[ While Angelo couldn't care less about Hoar's grudging soul one way or another, they'll need men to row. It would be a waste to abandon some of their strongest to the freezing waves just because they were unprepared for the explosion about to be set off. ]