[His eyes tighten at the restraints, particularly at the muzzle, but he doesn't say anything. And, a moment later, they're bearable. Because -
stars.
And the ship that she talks about as if its more than a ship to the point that even if he wasn't a pilot desperate for flight, he'd still want to see it just to understand. He exhales, letting all the air out of his lungs and then inhales through his nose. His eyebrows come down. And then he forces himself to his feet, feeling the weakness in his legs, in his knees, feeling the way all his muscles protest and scream at him.
But he's felt worse.
So he stands still when the restraints close around him again, steal his freedom from him again, and he follows after her, steps becoming just a bit unsteady and faltering looking without truly stopping or slowing them down.]
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stars.
And the ship that she talks about as if its more than a ship to the point that even if he wasn't a pilot desperate for flight, he'd still want to see it just to understand. He exhales, letting all the air out of his lungs and then inhales through his nose. His eyebrows come down. And then he forces himself to his feet, feeling the weakness in his legs, in his knees, feeling the way all his muscles protest and scream at him.
But he's felt worse.
So he stands still when the restraints close around him again, steal his freedom from him again, and he follows after her, steps becoming just a bit unsteady and faltering looking without truly stopping or slowing them down.]