[ this time, Kell doesn't move fast enough. Holland is in his space, grabbing his wrist and squeezing. Kell looks down at in in a mixture of shock and awe. Still so unwilling to believe that Holland is flesh and blood in front of him after what had happened.
The squeeze hurts, and he should be afraid for his hands, which are so important. But as Holland speaks, he can almost imagine the stone still in his hand and all that raw power coursing through his veins. ]
I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want...
[ it feels ineffectual and childish as it does in his nightmares, where he insists the same thing night after night. ]
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The squeeze hurts, and he should be afraid for his hands, which are so important. But as Holland speaks, he can almost imagine the stone still in his hand and all that raw power coursing through his veins. ]
I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want...
[ it feels ineffectual and childish as it does in his nightmares, where he insists the same thing night after night. ]
Holland, please.