[The hook sails into the darkness, and Owen can't bite back the pained noise he lets out when the hooks dig into his arm. Hien might be able to make out the stark white of his coat in the darkness, but he should at least be able to feel it through the gun as Owen tugs at the rope of the grappling hook.
It hurts, and the way he's tugging at the hooks only makes it hurt even more.
But... He can't show that it does. If he's weak like that, then they'll never come back. He'll just get left behind again, so he has to... he has to prove that he's not weak.]
rest in pieces
It hurts, and the way he's tugging at the hooks only makes it hurt even more.
But... He can't show that it does. If he's weak like that, then they'll never come back. He'll just get left behind again, so he has to... he has to prove that he's not weak.]