[Cain isn't looking up. Crouched behind the protective wall of the metal bin, his eyes are fixed to the scene unraveling in the aftermath of damage done: the two figures down the alley, the distant wail of sirens (or is it in his imagination?). They don't have time. An unexpected anxiety seizes Cain around the center of his chest - tightly clenched, wringing every last bubble of air out of porous lungs. It feels like there's wet cotton in his throat.
The last time he was in a situation like this, the black shadow of freedom falling away beneath his feet... Cain whips around at those words. His hands are shaking, so he balls them into bloodless fists and tries to focus, but his head is a tangle.]
What? [Dazedly looks up, where Hei indicates - and balks.] Up there? Are you fucking crazy?
[Those sirens are decidedly not his imagination. You go first, Hei. Just leave him to his panic attack, thanks.]
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The last time he was in a situation like this, the black shadow of freedom falling away beneath his feet... Cain whips around at those words. His hands are shaking, so he balls them into bloodless fists and tries to focus, but his head is a tangle.]
What? [Dazedly looks up, where Hei indicates - and balks.] Up there? Are you fucking crazy?
[Those sirens are decidedly not his imagination. You go first, Hei. Just leave him to his panic attack, thanks.]