Ezekiel's screams fill the hall until his voice breaks down into strangled noises that eventually die down into pained whimpers. He's curling up on the ground, unable to look at his hands or Stone, unable to grasp or comprehend what just happened.
The pain is unbearable, almost dragging him down into the relief of unconsciousness but not quite. He presses his forehead into the ground, drawing in pained breaths through his teeth, trying not to move his hands, he can't move his hands and he doesn't want to see, doesn't want to know and please, please, this can't be real, he needs this to not be real.
"Nngh--"
He's trying to speak, to say something, but his voice won't obey him beyond the soft, shocked gasps of pain.
cw broken bones, there's no good in the world
The pain is unbearable, almost dragging him down into the relief of unconsciousness but not quite. He presses his forehead into the ground, drawing in pained breaths through his teeth, trying not to move his hands, he can't move his hands and he doesn't want to see, doesn't want to know and please, please, this can't be real, he needs this to not be real.
"Nngh--"
He's trying to speak, to say something, but his voice won't obey him beyond the soft, shocked gasps of pain.