[He had been prepared for the argument. He wasn't prepared for the emotion. It lanced through him, shuddering up his spine as if it was his.
Something went red around his eyes and his breath caught. He focuses on unclenching his fist, one finger at a time. For a moment, that was his world. Breathing. Index finger. Breathing. Middle. Breathing... The only feedback coming across the link to Miles is red and white noise.
no subject
Something went red around his eyes and his breath caught. He focuses on unclenching his fist, one finger at a time. For a moment, that was his world. Breathing. Index finger. Breathing. Middle. Breathing... The only feedback coming across the link to Miles is red and white noise.
He look over slowly at his ward.]
Why not?