A fresh wave of nausea swells in his throat at the thought of the runny, grey slop that passes for food around here. But he’s so hungry, suddenly, that he thinks he’d still guzzle it down and lick the plastic, crusted bowl clean. So hungry and thirsty and so cold, shivering down to his bones - and the sheer futility of his situation threatens to put tears in his eye. His face screws up. He’s supposed to have a plan, even just the beginnings of one taking shape, something his fury can help thrust into motion – but his brain has locked up. Grey, quivering jelly. As useless as the rest of him. Even if he could squeeze his way out now, it'd be a wasted effort; this network of cells and hallways is largely uncharted territory, and patrolling them are guards he has no hope of outmaneuvering. Not without a massive diversion.
Oswald cracks his eye open, staring across the grimy floor at Ed’s hunched, shuddering back.]
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Date: 2025-04-26 03:54 am (UTC)[More air, more breath than voice.
A fresh wave of nausea swells in his throat at the thought of the runny, grey slop that passes for food around here. But he’s so hungry, suddenly, that he thinks he’d still guzzle it down and lick the plastic, crusted bowl clean. So hungry and thirsty and so cold, shivering down to his bones - and the sheer futility of his situation threatens to put tears in his eye. His face screws up. He’s supposed to have a plan, even just the beginnings of one taking shape, something his fury can help thrust into motion – but his brain has locked up. Grey, quivering jelly. As useless as the rest of him. Even if he could squeeze his way out now, it'd be a wasted effort; this network of cells and hallways is largely uncharted territory, and patrolling them are guards he has no hope of outmaneuvering. Not without a massive diversion.
Oswald cracks his eye open, staring across the grimy floor at Ed’s hunched, shuddering back.]
I can’t.
[He grits out, clutching his middle.]