Not meant to examine something? Victor has never let that stop him before. He certainly isn't about to allow it to keep him from it now. He doesn't want to let it go. But the undead as shambling their way up towards them. Victor can hear them, vaguely over the skull, he can smell them.
In any other circumstances he'd be right there with her, wanting to see them. Not just that, he'd want to get his hands on them, dig around inside of one. But now is not the time for that.
She has the skull and he's about to tell her to run with it but she's sinking in to the fog. Sinking and speaking about the loneliness of an immortal it seems. John's loneliness. Lily's horrific revenge. Dorian's boredom. This woman talks of this and Victor doesn't know what to do.
He does poorly with bedside manner. His own reaction to the skull had been that deep empty sorrow, but his curiosity had pushed past it. Tears later, research now.
It's his turn now. He's not a strong man or a fast man but he is not going to run and leave her for the army of the undead. "You won't keep fighting if you say here. We'll come back for it. In the light of day when the heat burns off this fog." Surgeon's hands cover hers. They are cold and have the slightest of tremors. "You saved me." She made him drop the skull after all. "Let me save you. Drop it and come with. You're no good to anyone dead and I haven't the tools to bring you back."
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In any other circumstances he'd be right there with her, wanting to see them. Not just that, he'd want to get his hands on them, dig around inside of one. But now is not the time for that.
She has the skull and he's about to tell her to run with it but she's sinking in to the fog. Sinking and speaking about the loneliness of an immortal it seems. John's loneliness. Lily's horrific revenge. Dorian's boredom. This woman talks of this and Victor doesn't know what to do.
He does poorly with bedside manner. His own reaction to the skull had been that deep empty sorrow, but his curiosity had pushed past it. Tears later, research now.
It's his turn now. He's not a strong man or a fast man but he is not going to run and leave her for the army of the undead. "You won't keep fighting if you say here. We'll come back for it. In the light of day when the heat burns off this fog." Surgeon's hands cover hers. They are cold and have the slightest of tremors. "You saved me." She made him drop the skull after all. "Let me save you. Drop it and come with. You're no good to anyone dead and I haven't the tools to bring you back."