[ It was familiar, but it shouldn't have been. This wasn't Chorus, this was somewhere else entirely. The smell of stone and sand and dust, shadows dancing around the lights hung up to provide any kind of visibility and--
He should have put up his hands. Instead, all he could do was stare. It--
It had worked. They'd done it. Tucker, alive and well, was standing in front of him, sword active which meant he was alive. He couldn't quite get past that part, his brain rolling back over it like a skipping record, something painful twisting in his chest.
Alive. Alive. Alive. ]
Tucker.
[ And he reached up, yanking his helmet off of his head, the better to see him in the darkness. ]
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He should have put up his hands. Instead, all he could do was stare. It--
It had worked. They'd done it. Tucker, alive and well, was standing in front of him, sword active which meant he was alive. He couldn't quite get past that part, his brain rolling back over it like a skipping record, something painful twisting in his chest.
Alive. Alive. Alive. ]
Tucker.
[ And he reached up, yanking his helmet off of his head, the better to see him in the darkness. ]