[ the countdown continues behind them, as he adjusts where he's standing, not quite sure how to take a running pace, hand still on his shoulder. from somewhere, there's a whistle to signify - go!
it takes temenos a second to realize that's the start - he almost jumps, startled by the noise, and.
... well, he's supposed to run? god. let's be honest. mika is going to destroy him in this race, but he'll give his absolute scholar's try to run. it's a little comical beyond the fact that he's injured - he's a scrawny millenial who will probably feel the burn of this in the morning, no matter how many paths he's traveled, but by the gods, so rare that they listen, who is he if he can't guide someone? who is he, if he can't help mika, who needs it, even if that help has to end like this?
he stumbles a little but starts to run, feeling the pain pulse through his shoulder with each step. it's slow, but he'll move anyway. ]
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[ the countdown continues behind them, as he adjusts where he's standing, not quite sure how to take a running pace, hand still on his shoulder. from somewhere, there's a whistle to signify - go!
it takes temenos a second to realize that's the start - he almost jumps, startled by the noise, and.
... well, he's supposed to run? god. let's be honest. mika is going to destroy him in this race, but he'll give his absolute scholar's try to run. it's a little comical beyond the fact that he's injured - he's a scrawny millenial who will probably feel the burn of this in the morning, no matter how many paths he's traveled, but by the gods, so rare that they listen, who is he if he can't guide someone? who is he, if he can't help mika, who needs it, even if that help has to end like this?
he stumbles a little but starts to run, feeling the pain pulse through his shoulder with each step. it's slow, but he'll move anyway. ]