Ellie falls silent when he raises his voice, turns to look back at him when the roof begins to collapse. The screaming is distant, but it feels like it's tearing her apart.
The look on his face is what she feels. That hollowness, that dim pain of knowing the full reality of what's happening, but also knowing that it's not something that they can handle. They aren't heroes. There's only two of them. They can't save those people. They could barely save their own skins.
Young and idealistic as Ellie is, she's smart enough to get that, but it still feels like a betrayal. Like they should have at least tried. She sucks in a breath around the lump in her throat, expression crumbling before she looks down at her feet, shakes her head, hard.
"Jesus Christ," she whispers, soft and broken, and starts to lock it up, lock it away. When she looks up again her face is pale, but resigned. No tears.
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The look on his face is what she feels. That hollowness, that dim pain of knowing the full reality of what's happening, but also knowing that it's not something that they can handle. They aren't heroes. There's only two of them. They can't save those people. They could barely save their own skins.
Young and idealistic as Ellie is, she's smart enough to get that, but it still feels like a betrayal. Like they should have at least tried. She sucks in a breath around the lump in her throat, expression crumbling before she looks down at her feet, shakes her head, hard.
"Jesus Christ," she whispers, soft and broken, and starts to lock it up, lock it away. When she looks up again her face is pale, but resigned. No tears.