[Yes, it's all very irritating. Maybe Elliot should be grateful he's not dead, but now that he's here it feels like he's stuck in a state of limbo, having to live with what he did. Of course he would carry that burden. He had to live with that truth, but the change of scenery, all of it is surreal at best. Why him? Why out of all people, was he here? Life isn't fair or just, but this just seems cruel.
He'd never get to show his mother or sister or Leo these flowers. He curls his fingers around the delicate blossoms, crushing them. Maybe coming here was a mistake. He could probably leave early, this party doesn't hold any significance to him other than a mix of novelty and bitter nostalgia.
Elliot notices the shadow, but it's the eyes that won't stop staring that get him to stand to his feet and glare right back, expecting to see some angry civilian he doesn't have the patience for.]
Stop gawking, you idiot. If you got something to say, say it-!
[He stops and stares, looking as if he's seen a ghost. The hair is different, as well as the clothes, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. The anger in his voice dies out, and he suddenly sounds uncertain.]
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He'd never get to show his mother or sister or Leo these flowers. He curls his fingers around the delicate blossoms, crushing them. Maybe coming here was a mistake. He could probably leave early, this party doesn't hold any significance to him other than a mix of novelty and bitter nostalgia.
Elliot notices the shadow, but it's the eyes that won't stop staring that get him to stand to his feet and glare right back, expecting to see some angry civilian he doesn't have the patience for.]
Stop gawking, you idiot. If you got something to say, say it-!
[He stops and stares, looking as if he's seen a ghost. The hair is different, as well as the clothes, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. The anger in his voice dies out, and he suddenly sounds uncertain.]
Leo?