The prevailing theory is that I'm dead, and now I'm hearing the voices of people I very much would prefer not to be dead along with me —
[ a sharp, agonized breath cuts off her sentence, hurriedly followed by an uncomfortable silence. (for hermione, there is the sickening wail of her name, cried out by voices in tandem. she cannot help them. for peter, though, it is silence.) ]
No. [ and it takes quite a bit for her to admit that, but now is not the time for bravado or the quintessential british stiff upper lip. now is the time for problem solving. desperate times call for desperate measures. et cetera. ] No, I'm — I'm not.
no subject
[ a sharp, agonized breath cuts off her sentence, hurriedly followed by an uncomfortable silence. (for hermione, there is the sickening wail of her name, cried out by voices in tandem. she cannot help them. for peter, though, it is silence.) ]
No. [ and it takes quite a bit for her to admit that, but now is not the time for bravado or the quintessential british stiff upper lip. now is the time for problem solving. desperate times call for desperate measures. et cetera. ] No, I'm — I'm not.
[ so, naturally, let's make it not about her. ]
Are you alright?