[At first there's a moment of confusion on Flynn's face. He can't really tell what he's looking at, something bright in the distance, ridiculous 80s memorabilia but then he can make out the tendril and then--
It's Ezekiel.]
Wh-...
[He's too shocked to even speak, the image burning into his mind and doesn't even notice when the barrier of the connection crumbles. It's Ezekiel, staked by the tendril, energy sizzling in and around his body. Peter's words seem to reach him from someplace else, somewhere far, far away.
won't kill him does something else to him energy transfer unlimited life force
Peter is powering the light with Ezekiel.
And then Ezekiel screams and when he does whatever goodwill Flynn had left towards Peter dies.
He stares at the scene with the sudden, brutal realization that his friend really is dead and gone. There's no forgiveness for that. All the excuses, clinging to what his friend used to be, trying to understand his loneliness, trying to downplay, to hold on, to blame Norfinbury, all that worked so well when it had only been Flynn suffering under his thumb. It's impossible now.
He draws in a sharp breath, suddenly overtaken by a rage and hatred for Peter he didn't believe possible. Not even back then.]
no subject
It's Ezekiel.]
Wh-...
[He's too shocked to even speak, the image burning into his mind and doesn't even notice when the barrier of the connection crumbles. It's Ezekiel, staked by the tendril, energy sizzling in and around his body. Peter's words seem to reach him from someplace else, somewhere far, far away.
won't kill him does something else to him energy transfer unlimited life force
Peter is powering the light with Ezekiel.
And then Ezekiel screams and when he does whatever goodwill Flynn had left towards Peter dies.
He stares at the scene with the sudden, brutal realization that his friend really is dead and gone. There's no forgiveness for that. All the excuses, clinging to what his friend used to be, trying to understand his loneliness, trying to downplay, to hold on, to blame Norfinbury, all that worked so well when it had only been Flynn suffering under his thumb. It's impossible now.
He draws in a sharp breath, suddenly overtaken by a rage and hatred for Peter he didn't believe possible. Not even back then.]
You... bastard. I'll make you pay for this.