[Leo is sweating, his chest heaving. His hands still scrabble against the hard surface of his plastron like he's making sure it's still in one piece, and his eyes are glazed over.
In his head he's still floating, still trapped in there, and the Krang is after him, and part of him wants to run or fight or do something and part of him just accepts it, because this was all his fault anyway, he might as well just succumb, it will be over faster that way-
It takes a moment for the words to register. Someone is talking to him. Someone is calling his name.
He blinks, trying to clear the red light from his vision. He sees a shape in front of him, hears, "You're safe," and he almost laughs because how can he be safe?
Instead of laughing he whimpers. His breathing is still too rough, too ragged, but the haze is starting to clear, just a little. Is he really floating? It doesn't feel like it...]
cw: thoughts of... lack of self-preservation? also panic attacks
In his head he's still floating, still trapped in there, and the Krang is after him, and part of him wants to run or fight or do something and part of him just accepts it, because this was all his fault anyway, he might as well just succumb, it will be over faster that way-
It takes a moment for the words to register. Someone is talking to him. Someone is calling his name.
He blinks, trying to clear the red light from his vision. He sees a shape in front of him, hears, "You're safe," and he almost laughs because how can he be safe?
Instead of laughing he whimpers. His breathing is still too rough, too ragged, but the haze is starting to clear, just a little. Is he really floating? It doesn't feel like it...]