Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
No, I've been talked to in my head before. [So he understood, and was apparently not concerned about telling her so. That feeling of being splintered hadn't abated. He wanted to worry about it, but there was simply no time.
When she took his elbow, he followed her out the door. He didn't want to be here anymore either, and had no opposition to taking direction. What happened now? He hadn't the least idea.
He didn't understand her risk-taking request in the least. Something, however, did. At her request, there were images in his right eye, occupying half his vision - a series of slowly cycling cameras, the feed from the security room half a mile away.
He straightened with alarm.] Christ. [He blinked, and the images were gone. What was that? What was that static sensation at the back of his brain?
It was too much to process, his attention split in too many directions. He gripped her arm as she gripped his, and followed her, picking his way half-blind, the camera feed in his right eye cycling every ten seconds - camera one, camera two, camera three, camera four. Platform, stairwell, tracks, turnstiles.]