Somewhere up above, an apartment with an open window begins to play music as clear as if it were Bose surround sound in their alley. Ben E. King's dulcet voice drifts through, startling him out of his stupor.
No I won't... be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid... Just as long... as you stand... stand by me... So darlin', darlin', stand—
His hand tightens around her wrist, and he takes two slow steps backward.
"Kyna," whispered low, eyes still on the Judge soldier. "Kyna, we have to go..."
It stands stock still, unmoved, unphased, not reacting to the movement yet. Still, because this is a dream and it doesn't quite work the way reality does.
An ominous shadow blots out the sun overhead.
If the sky... that we look upon... Should tumble and fall...
Just beyond the alley, Kyna's brother is being wrangled into submission. Hands behind his head, down on his belly, lined up with dozens of others in a neat row.
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No I won't... be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid...
Just as long... as you stand... stand by me...
So darlin', darlin', stand—
His hand tightens around her wrist, and he takes two slow steps backward.
"Kyna," whispered low, eyes still on the Judge soldier. "Kyna, we have to go..."
It stands stock still, unmoved, unphased, not reacting to the movement yet. Still, because this is a dream and it doesn't quite work the way reality does.
An ominous shadow blots out the sun overhead.
If the sky... that we look upon...
Should tumble and fall...
Just beyond the alley, Kyna's brother is being wrangled into submission. Hands behind his head, down on his belly, lined up with dozens of others in a neat row.