[The meaning of Lance's words settle into Pidge's gut like a cold lump of cement. Her eyes are wide as they become fixed to his face, and if the lighting in the room were better he'd be able to see the way the color drains from her face.
Died? Lance... died?]
W..what...?
[Her voice sounds so far away. The news is hard to stomach and she physically reels back a bit in shock, a hand having to come up to grip at the side of her bed to steady her.
Died..?!
It takes her several tries to find her voice, all the while staring at Lance as if she'll find answers written on him somewhere. But even when she does manage to speak she sounds small, helpless and scared and just desperate to understand.]
Wh-When did-- How-- [She's trying so hard to remember. Did she miss something? Or-- or is this a new thing that's waiting in her future?] Lance, please talk to me..
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Died? Lance... died?]
W..what...?
[Her voice sounds so far away. The news is hard to stomach and she physically reels back a bit in shock, a hand having to come up to grip at the side of her bed to steady her.
Died..?!
It takes her several tries to find her voice, all the while staring at Lance as if she'll find answers written on him somewhere. But even when she does manage to speak she sounds small, helpless and scared and just desperate to understand.]
Wh-When did-- How-- [She's trying so hard to remember. Did she miss something? Or-- or is this a new thing that's waiting in her future?] Lance, please talk to me..