Eleven's heart fell. He'd hoped.. But he'd waded through that sleep himself. If not for Hemione, how long would he have wandered? They were trapped in their memories, unable to even so much as wander, reliving them every night. He swallowed and gripped his baldric between his hands.
His eyes dropped to the floor. There was a time he remembered, heartsick and hopeless, that he came to understand how difficult life was, compared to how easy it would have been to die. Remembered in the way of old memories sparked anew, how, in the end, they weren't able to save those miners at the farmhouse.
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Eleven's heart fell. He'd hoped.. But he'd waded through that sleep himself. If not for Hemione, how long would he have wandered? They were trapped in their memories, unable to even so much as wander, reliving them every night. He swallowed and gripped his baldric between his hands.
His eyes dropped to the floor. There was a time he remembered, heartsick and hopeless, that he came to understand how difficult life was, compared to how easy it would have been to die. Remembered in the way of old memories sparked anew, how, in the end, they weren't able to save those miners at the farmhouse.
"There's nothing we can do to wake them?"