[ she spoke to you, she knows it isn't real he says. chuck's gaze cuts to the side. his mother's voice crawls up his spine and hums in his head for a handful of heartbeats- but it feels like it stretches on forever. it's his fault, it's his fault this happened. i'm dead and you're alive. why are you alive baby? he swallows, shakes his head. squares his shoulders. why are you alive ranger hansen. ]
Got it.
[ she knows it isn't real, he said. chuck listens to the drum of his own pulse until he can't hear them anymore, and he wonders how long any of them will be able to be sure. ]
[ there's a silence there Herc, look what you did. how could you let our boy die? that Herc knows and he straightens his shoulders, doesn't glance to his left where there's a ghost of a woman watching him with piercing eyes. ]
On point.
[ he says, as much to Chuck as himself, because one of them had to keep them on target while the other came out swinging ]
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Got it.
[ she knows it isn't real, he said. chuck listens to the drum of his own pulse until he can't hear them anymore, and he wonders how long any of them will be able to be sure. ]
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On point.
[ he says, as much to Chuck as himself, because one of them had to keep them on target while the other came out swinging ]