"Yo, girls!" a particularly high and perky voice shot out from further towards the exit, the girl poking through was Patty, the wild card of The Last Hope, but to him, she was the spaz, "Debriefing time!" She then shot off into the direction she pointed, prompting the others to follow. Christmas promised to talk to him later and pecked his cheek, and he noticed there was no sensation behind it at all. Just as she started to turn, and Valentine gave her usual departure of rolled eyes, perhaps more exasperated than usual at his recent breakdown, an abrupt shouting had focused all their attention towards the power core. What was said exactly was unheard, but what followed it most certainly made it irrelevant. In an instant, he saw it all once again, and with so much more. He heard the pained cry of a fleeing Christmas as a piece of shrapnel sliced along her face, a wound that would scar her, but miraculously avoid her eye itself. He heard her barked order to run, but it was drowned by the pained scream of Valentine. As Hallow had begun to yank her away, a great deal of the explosive force made her right eye shoot forth like a champagne cork. He saw it fly past him, exploding like a paintball just behind him, he acknowledged that the combination of blood and saline had slapped against the back of his coat, but he didn't feel that, either. The whistling of the force grew ever louder as he was partly consumed. He knew he was in shock when he didn't feel his arm ripped off at the shoulder, or when the rest began to peel away in chunks. Coming at him, almost in slow motion, was the piece of an examination table. He could only watch in horror as it collided. He knew how the hit had crushed his face, and a good degree of his skull, with such vivid detail he could have sworn that he had seen it from a third person point of view. He felt his glasses shatter, the panes destroying his eyes, he was a chunk of barely functional meat, flung out of the facility and onto the ground. He heard screams, choked cries of those who drowned in their own blood, and something else. Closer. This time, he finally could decipher it. It was crying. Someone was crying over him, begging him to stay with her. To wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up…
Wake up…..