[ Distantly, Maine is aware that the others are talking. He's aware that he still doesn't understand why Drake and (especially) Ephemera are here. He's aware that this is no coincidence. That this was a trap. None of that matters right now.
Slowly, shakily, Maine collects himself. Recovers enough to wipe his lips and step away from his own sick. Moves not toward the others, but to a wall. Something solid to lean against. Something to steady him. He presses his back against it and closes his eyes. Tries to keep breathing despite the shooting pains and the storm in his mind.
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Slowly, shakily, Maine collects himself. Recovers enough to wipe his lips and step away from his own sick. Moves not toward the others, but to a wall. Something solid to lean against. Something to steady him. He presses his back against it and closes his eyes. Tries to keep breathing despite the shooting pains and the storm in his mind.
He attacked Carolina. He tried to kill her again.
This is what he is now. ]