It's too dark to see. It's too dark to see, and he's completely alone in the panicking crowd, and someone collides with him and they both go down in a confusion of limbs and some entangling fabric. For a moment he's thinking ambush, until it registers that the other man is half-sobbing in fear; he holds still long enough for the man to disentangle his coat and lurch away, and then pulls himself up to his knees.
The noise is overwhelming, seeming made of every sound of anger or fear that a human throat can make, from the birdlike shrieks of small children to the bull-roars of grown men. It should be impossible to make out any one voice in the cacophony.
Nonetheless: his mother's voice, screaming his father's name --
his father's voice, screaming in hoarse wordless agony, a sound that sends his mind reeling back to the Djose Temple --
his sister's voice, crying out let me go, he's made of killing, I can hear it --
Simon struggles forward blindly on his knees, trying to reach the stage.
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Date: 2007-07-30 01:46 am (UTC)The noise is overwhelming, seeming made of every sound of anger or fear that a human throat can make, from the birdlike shrieks of small children to the bull-roars of grown men. It should be impossible to make out any one voice in the cacophony.
Nonetheless: his mother's voice, screaming his father's name --
his father's voice, screaming in hoarse wordless agony, a sound that sends his mind reeling back to the Djose Temple --
his sister's voice, crying out let me go, he's made of killing, I can hear it --
Simon struggles forward blindly on his knees, trying to reach the stage.