Ric was warm and solid and that helped pull Elijah out of his head, back to where he was and with whom, at least somewhat. He wasn't Rebekah. He wasn't going to disintegrate into sobs on the cave floor, but.
He wanted to. God, he wanted to.
He did as he was told, moving out of the cave with Ric. Somehow he still had the flashlight clutched in his hand, fingers locked around it so tightly they ached and the cold metal pressed into his skin. It was a contrast to Ric's warmth, and both of them a contrast to the pain that was fighting against the numbness he'd been wrapped in for so long now.
When they reached the hall, he had to lean against the wall as his knees didn't really want to support him anymore, and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and stop seeing all the images in his head.
Questioning everything in a thousand years was...not really an easy process.
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Date: 2013-06-06 07:09 am (UTC)He wanted to. God, he wanted to.
He did as he was told, moving out of the cave with Ric. Somehow he still had the flashlight clutched in his hand, fingers locked around it so tightly they ached and the cold metal pressed into his skin. It was a contrast to Ric's warmth, and both of them a contrast to the pain that was fighting against the numbness he'd been wrapped in for so long now.
When they reached the hall, he had to lean against the wall as his knees didn't really want to support him anymore, and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and stop seeing all the images in his head.
Questioning everything in a thousand years was...not really an easy process.