This room was larger than the previous, and the air about it was less stifling. He trod forward, bare feet on the thick carpeting, towards-- A misaligned strip of carpet caught on a shard of glass protruding from the underside of his foot, moving it backwards. The boy inhaled sharply, dropping into a crouch and carefully letting go of the shotgun. He pulled a foot into his lap, eying it. A bit... worse than he had thought. No matter.
(But was it? Wasn't it more and more delayed? Moments passed before regeneration started, moments and minutes and time. And how, then, would it be this time? How would--)
An expression of fear had settled on to Albedo's face without his knowing. The boy made no move, frozen where he was.
[time-slipping and coming in later]
This room was larger than the previous, and the air about it was less stifling. He trod forward, bare feet on the thick carpeting, towards-- A misaligned strip of carpet caught on a shard of glass protruding from the underside of his foot, moving it backwards. The boy inhaled sharply, dropping into a crouch and carefully letting go of the shotgun. He pulled a foot into his lap, eying it. A bit... worse than he had thought. No matter.
(But was it? Wasn't it more and more delayed? Moments passed before regeneration started, moments and minutes and time. And how, then, would it be this time? How would--)
An expression of fear had settled on to Albedo's face without his knowing. The boy made no move, frozen where he was.