"Say they were taken by some sort of predator," calls Aramis as he searches through the bodies, his forearm over his nose and mouth. "Heaven knows they bear every sign of it. And the hospital will alert their families that they are alive, at least." It's the calls to the dead children's families that gives Aramis real pause.
Examining still form after form, Aramis eyes are burning with grief and with anger when he stands, holding the ravaged form of a single girl, the only one among them all left alive. He strides with her to where the other victims huddle, not certain she'll even last another hour, let alone until tomorrow, but he won't let her die in this hole.
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Date: 2016-05-18 03:54 am (UTC)Examining still form after form, Aramis eyes are burning with grief and with anger when he stands, holding the ravaged form of a single girl, the only one among them all left alive. He strides with her to where the other victims huddle, not certain she'll even last another hour, let alone until tomorrow, but he won't let her die in this hole.