[ She keeps staring, but she's not really looking at him anymore. She doesn't need a promise. It's a possibility. And if it's a possibility then somebody, somewhere, can do it. She can still save them. Tim, and Cass, and everyone else...
When she feels tears prick at her eyes she remembers herself enough to be embarrassed. She jabs at the button to turn off her video feed, knocking the phone over with a clatter.
It's not too late. She hasn't failed them, not yet. It's not too late.
The audio is still on, and she knows she has to say something if she doesn't want to freak Morgan out more than she probably already has. But what can she even say? Her mind is in an uproar.
Her voice is thick, and strained with the effort of trying to sound normal. ]
video > audio; it's been stealing them from me intermittently B\
When she feels tears prick at her eyes she remembers herself enough to be embarrassed. She jabs at the button to turn off her video feed, knocking the phone over with a clatter.
It's not too late. She hasn't failed them, not yet. It's not too late.
The audio is still on, and she knows she has to say something if she doesn't want to freak Morgan out more than she probably already has. But what can she even say? Her mind is in an uproar.
Her voice is thick, and strained with the effort of trying to sound normal. ]
Sorry, I just... I need a minute.