Myr doesn't--can't bring himself to--look up from where he's trying to lift a stone block that must weigh nearly as much as he does. He can't get a grip on it for all he tries, nor firm footing to lift from as his hooves slip against the wreckage.
"Please, Simon--I can't get to them alone--" The sheer desolation in his tone says he knows very well there's no them left but he cannot, cannot give up until he's seen it himself. Until the dimensions of his failure and incapacity are made real.
He leans back from the task only long enough to reset his footing before bracing his shoulder against the stone again, shoving almost so as his heart would give out from the effort if grief didn't get him first.
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Myr doesn't--can't bring himself to--look up from where he's trying to lift a stone block that must weigh nearly as much as he does. He can't get a grip on it for all he tries, nor firm footing to lift from as his hooves slip against the wreckage.
"Please, Simon--I can't get to them alone--" The sheer desolation in his tone says he knows very well there's no them left but he cannot, cannot give up until he's seen it himself. Until the dimensions of his failure and incapacity are made real.
He leans back from the task only long enough to reset his footing before bracing his shoulder against the stone again, shoving almost so as his heart would give out from the effort if grief didn't get him first.