[He gasps out a shuddering breath, willing his body to stop shaking so uncontrollably. In tandem with his efforts, the wings on his back draw back just enough to provide a clearer view of his face.
He's quiet, afraid.]
What if it doesn't work . . . ? What if my actions condemned you to an early death?
no subject
He's quiet, afraid.]
What if it doesn't work . . . ? What if my actions condemned you to an early death?