That was it. Hart's ring. He knew it and there was no way he could have known it if it wasn't something he'd seen. Unless he just saw a glimpse of the past. That was it, it wasn't real. It wasn't something that could be happening. It wasn't possible because if it was, he had to let himself open up to the idea of that Hart could be alive. That Hart could have been there this whole time while he didn't know, while he wasn't there to try and help him. It meant that he was failing, even now, that he was still capable of letting him die.
Oh God, it was happening again. It was going to happen all over again and he couldn't take that, he couldn't take the small shred of hope here that could be so cruel snatched away from him again. He didn't even know how to react to this. How to even express anything he was feeling. What did he even say to this? First, he had to let go of the breath he was holding.
"... Where did you see him?" His tone was as even as he could make it, a mix of pain and anger barely held back. "Where was he?"
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Date: 2016-11-08 03:38 pm (UTC)Oh God, it was happening again. It was going to happen all over again and he couldn't take that, he couldn't take the small shred of hope here that could be so cruel snatched away from him again. He didn't even know how to react to this. How to even express anything he was feeling. What did he even say to this? First, he had to let go of the breath he was holding.
"... Where did you see him?" His tone was as even as he could make it, a mix of pain and anger barely held back. "Where was he?"