[ There's a sharp wince when he feels pressure on his shoulder, air sucked in instead of pushed out. He looks up, meeting his friend eye to eye for the first time in months. In that short moment he's not searching desperately for any sign of recognition. Even with the file, the photos as proof, this whole search had been a leap of faith.
The restraints around his hands and arms creak like he's straining again, then go quiet. ]
... should've gone back for you.
[ I'm sorry. Feels like he's talking for his own benefit at this point. It's like scrambling for purchase on a ice block. He'll keep trying, as many times as it takes,
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The restraints around his hands and arms creak like he's straining again, then go quiet. ]
... should've gone back for you.
[ I'm sorry. Feels like he's talking for his own benefit at this point. It's like scrambling for purchase on a ice block. He'll keep trying, as many times as it takes,
But there's gotta be something else. ]