[That smack is a sharp delivery from spinning thoughts, dully resounding in his skull, as the details of his surroundings unblur. Which is not to say the storm of anxiety has cleared - his hands are sweaty in the disgusting sleeve of leather gloves, swallowing air is a difficult challenge, and he can hear his own thunderous heartbeat in his ears.
But he's awake, and aware. Dilated eyes follow Hei's movements toward the ladder, the backdrop of sirens and sounds of city life continuing uninterrupted. Something seems to motivate Cain to stand. He braces himself against the dumpster in order to do it, strength having flooded out of his body. He's not steady, but he's moving.
Hands grab the last rung after Hei and he hauls himself up the creaking lattice of rusted metal, one hand after another, one foot after another. He's panting by the time they reach - wherever it is they're going. He's not paying attention, just follows Hei's lead, this time.]
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But he's awake, and aware. Dilated eyes follow Hei's movements toward the ladder, the backdrop of sirens and sounds of city life continuing uninterrupted. Something seems to motivate Cain to stand. He braces himself against the dumpster in order to do it, strength having flooded out of his body. He's not steady, but he's moving.
Hands grab the last rung after Hei and he hauls himself up the creaking lattice of rusted metal, one hand after another, one foot after another. He's panting by the time they reach - wherever it is they're going. He's not paying attention, just follows Hei's lead, this time.]