video; un: barebone

[repressings]

[ Credence shouldn't go exploring. That's implicitly obvious, but he'd done it anyway, and when he recovers from this he'll have a nice long mental self-reprimanding. It had been a simple enough affair. Surely, there would be some kind of answer among the metal corridors and winding labyrinth of strange technology. There's a buddy system, but Credence had simply not wanted to bother anyone, not wanting to impose.

He's not expecting to round the corner on deck 3 and see the body of a man. He's jarred, falling backwards, tripping on things that aren't there. His rear hits the hallway and he backs up, instinctive, and doesn't stop until his back hits the metal hallway.

He has to let people know. It's instinctive, to pull out the necklace he'd been given in the dark alley before arriving and touch it, and it's only after his heart stops racing too much (he can't stop staring, this is decidedly different from his sister, or is ma) that he starts a video. The movement is shakey, and he's sure no one on the ship will really recognize him, having kept to himself and his quarters, but they have to know. ]

There's--there's something...

[ He pans the camera to the body, trying to keep his body from shaking, voice high with fear. ]

Deck three. It's on deck three.

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[repressings]

I don't-- [ He has to get his thoughts in gear, there's a kind woman whose voice is sharp like needles, urgent, and Credence forces himself to close his eyes and just breathe, because he's acting exactly like when he realized what he'd done with his sister and his mother. ]

--I was just exploring, I swear I didn't do anything--

[ he's not answering her question, not right now, not when everything is far too overwhelming ]

[fujita]

[ dorothy doesn't have the time to comfort a panicking young man right now. if she were less focused, less in shock herself (she'll recognise it later), she'd recognise the symptoms in him. she's a trained nurse, she knows how to deal with distressed individuals — except right now, she feels less like a nurse and more like she can't breathe, won't be able to until she knows that lucas is going to be all right.

even with glinda, with him trying to kill her, with everything, she can't lose him. she can't. ]

I don't think you did this. [ she manages after a moment. he's too freaked out for that, and lucas can defend himself. ]

[repressings]

[ Good. Good, he thinks--not that Lucas is dead, but that this time he didn't do it. Even the sentence with the word 'think' in it is enough, even if this girl doesn't know what he's capable of.

Good. It's enough he calms down, just a little, and takes a breath. ]

I can--I think I can tell you my location on this, can't I? So you can find...him.

[fujita]

Please. I need to -

I need to help him. [ because he isn't dead, all right? she's a nurse, she can fix this. she has to be able to fix this. ]

[repressings]

[ Credence nods, fumbling with the navigation. It takes him a few moments, clumsy, before he pings coordinates accordingly. ]

I don't want to go back.

[ It's whispered. Apologetic. Can you go on your own? ]