[The hunters spot Abel, and from that moment on, any choice of quitting this place in peace is lost. Hector has the training of a warrior, and in the midst of battle, he's able to put aside feeling and focus on survival.
When the fight is won, however, and he's left holding a mace bloodied with the pulp from inside of an unfortunate hunter's cracked skull, everything comes rushing back. There is no elation like there was in fighting Isaac. He struggles to keep from vomiting.
The makeshift weapon drops from his hand and he doesn't pick it up. He takes a shaky step toward Isaac. Wild, feral, victorious Isaac, who is taunting the fallen men with no concern for the lives that had been ended.]
They didn't hurt you? [The only way through this is to compartmentalize. Focus on his ally, and leave thoughts of the enemies until he can process them. Hector can make sure Isaac is unharmed. He can do nothing more to or for the men on the ground before them.]
We should keep moving. [The sick scent of blood and death, which he'd been so accustomed to in the past, is striking him anew and turning his stomach. 'Julia is safe. Isaac is safe. We did what we had to to make that so.' If he keeps telling himself that, he can force himself to keep going, and forcibly turn his thoughts away from whether these men had familes.]
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When the fight is won, however, and he's left holding a mace bloodied with the pulp from inside of an unfortunate hunter's cracked skull, everything comes rushing back. There is no elation like there was in fighting Isaac. He struggles to keep from vomiting.
The makeshift weapon drops from his hand and he doesn't pick it up. He takes a shaky step toward Isaac. Wild, feral, victorious Isaac, who is taunting the fallen men with no concern for the lives that had been ended.]
They didn't hurt you? [The only way through this is to compartmentalize. Focus on his ally, and leave thoughts of the enemies until he can process them. Hector can make sure Isaac is unharmed. He can do nothing more to or for the men on the ground before them.]
We should keep moving. [The sick scent of blood and death, which he'd been so accustomed to in the past, is striking him anew and turning his stomach. 'Julia is safe. Isaac is safe. We did what we had to to make that so.' If he keeps telling himself that, he can force himself to keep going, and forcibly turn his thoughts away from whether these men had familes.]