Reynir knows this is a dream, a memory. That the danger is gone now, if it ever existed at all. But it is also one of his worst memories, and one that he has tried so hard to bury as deep as he could and avoid ever revisiting. He feels as paralyzed now as he had, then. There is also a horrible, slithering guilt. He'd gotten Ami out of the way. Could he have gotten Tuuri out of the way, back then? Could he have saved her if he'd just been a bit quicker, a bit braver?
He registers then that Ami is gasping, and it sinks in through his own shock and grief that she must be confused and terrified. Croakily, Reynir asks:
"Are you hurt?"
Reynir moves away from her, turning to face the interior of the vehicle - that gaping hole in the floor, and the dread troll, and the blood, and the terrible weight of knowing what happened after. He feels remembered panic and grief surging through him, like a physical thing.
"This- is my memory. I'm sorry."
He had never meant to drag her somewhere like this. To make her see something so awful and terrifying that must be beyond her comprehension...
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He registers then that Ami is gasping, and it sinks in through his own shock and grief that she must be confused and terrified. Croakily, Reynir asks:
"Are you hurt?"
Reynir moves away from her, turning to face the interior of the vehicle - that gaping hole in the floor, and the dread troll, and the blood, and the terrible weight of knowing what happened after. He feels remembered panic and grief surging through him, like a physical thing.
"This- is my memory. I'm sorry."
He had never meant to drag her somewhere like this. To make her see something so awful and terrifying that must be beyond her comprehension...