[Liem’s heart thuds painfully against his ribs, lurching into a gallop like a wolfhound startled out of a dead sleep. Every shuffle and murmur in the dim, barren cavern serving as his cell abruptly seems harrowingly loud, and yet severed from his immediate reality, heard as though through someone else’s ears. He scarcely dares to breathe as Matt stares down at him, his body taut with some unspoken anticipation.
But as he turns to leave, Liem fights through the paralyzing echoes of his fear to whisper,] —wait.
[He lifts his face, forces down the nerves jangling bright and sharp at the prospect of speaking again, his words trickling hoarsely out like starved, wearied prisoners escaping long captivity.]
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But as he turns to leave, Liem fights through the paralyzing echoes of his fear to whisper,] —wait.
[He lifts his face, forces down the nerves jangling bright and sharp at the prospect of speaking again, his words trickling hoarsely out like starved, wearied prisoners escaping long captivity.]
Are… are you going to come back?