The words of acceptance and comfort offer unexpected shelter from the storm. Wing really wants nothing more than to curl into a ball with them wrapped around him like a blanket. But that leaves him conflicted, because he also wants very much to drive both Drift and Vandal off, force them somewhere safe, because he doesn't feel safe being around anyone right now. Logic can barely penetrate the dark cloud of what he became and the lightning strikes ignited by the fear of losing control again.
"I--I have to remember. I talked to people...was planning something..."
He sits back on his heels, awkwardly, clearly unaccustomed to the frame he's in, a hand pressed to the crest of his helm. He doesn't want to remember, but he feels like he has to rifle through each and every memory for some sign of potential danger. If he'd made promises, was expected by anyone...they might come looking.
Wing shudders at the implications. "If anything happened to either of you...because of this." He shakes his head violently, losing a sob, hands pressed to the ground again.
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"I--I have to remember. I talked to people...was planning something..."
He sits back on his heels, awkwardly, clearly unaccustomed to the frame he's in, a hand pressed to the crest of his helm. He doesn't want to remember, but he feels like he has to rifle through each and every memory for some sign of potential danger. If he'd made promises, was expected by anyone...they might come looking.
Wing shudders at the implications. "If anything happened to either of you...because of this." He shakes his head violently, losing a sob, hands pressed to the ground again.