Shadow didn't even have a chance to react. He wanted his answer, and he got it tenfold, albeit not for the question he'd asked. Seth had to have been the murderer. The lightning, the boulder... It all made sense now, and he felt it. He knew it and became intimate with it in a way he hadn't wanted.
The electricity smashed into and coursed through his entire body, scorching him upon contact and drawing a pained howl out of him. It incapacitated him, leaving that bastard more than enough time to crush him with that mass.
Thud. Crunch.
Bone after bone had snapped within the rock's weighty bulk, and while he wasn't sure which ones, he knew for certain that they were all throughout his body. Arms, limbs, ribs... They'd been ruined beneath nature's fury.
The cold realization sank into him like a brutal blizzard day's frost:
He'd failed. He'd failed and he was going to die.
That Drifblim did. GLaDOS did. He was next on the cutting board, wasn't he? He couldn't save anyone. He couldn't protect anyone. Instead, he was going to perish, his death completely in vain.
Maria...
I'm so sorry.
He'd fallen, not yet unconscious by some miracle, but looming on the edge of passing out. His mouth had filled with the warm, metallic sensation of blood, and everything, goodness, everything ached. He laid on his stomach in the red-stained grass, unsure if the buildup of fluid in his eyes was from his blood or his tears.
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Shadow didn't even have a chance to react. He wanted his answer, and he got it tenfold, albeit not for the question he'd asked. Seth had to have been the murderer. The lightning, the boulder... It all made sense now, and he felt it. He knew it and became intimate with it in a way he hadn't wanted.
The electricity smashed into and coursed through his entire body, scorching him upon contact and drawing a pained howl out of him. It incapacitated him, leaving that bastard more than enough time to crush him with that mass.
Thud. Crunch.
Bone after bone had snapped within the rock's weighty bulk, and while he wasn't sure which ones, he knew for certain that they were all throughout his body. Arms, limbs, ribs... They'd been ruined beneath nature's fury.
The cold realization sank into him like a brutal blizzard day's frost:
He'd failed. He'd failed and he was going to die.
That Drifblim did. GLaDOS did. He was next on the cutting board, wasn't he? He couldn't save anyone. He couldn't protect anyone. Instead, he was going to perish, his death completely in vain.
Maria...
I'm so sorry.
He'd fallen, not yet unconscious by some miracle, but looming on the edge of passing out. His mouth had filled with the warm, metallic sensation of blood, and everything, goodness, everything ached. He laid on his stomach in the red-stained grass, unsure if the buildup of fluid in his eyes was from his blood or his tears.
That was just plain brutal.