I'm going, [ Flynn snaps, and does, in fact, speed up.
Later, he'll feel kind of terrible about this. They're in a race for their lives and just because Flynn is uncomfortable in every way possible and terrified of drowning in sand—a visceral thing that he can imagine a little too well for some reason—doesn't mean he has to be an asshole about it.
But now, in this moment with a mouth full of sand and eyes so watery he can barely see what he's climbing toward, all he can do is speed up and cling to the flailing ladder and ignore the raw-scraped burn in his hands. The light brightens more, and then resolves itself into a river of sand flowing down through the open high windows of some kind of tower. ]
There! I think— I think that's open, we just have to get under the sand!
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Later, he'll feel kind of terrible about this. They're in a race for their lives and just because Flynn is uncomfortable in every way possible and terrified of drowning in sand—a visceral thing that he can imagine a little too well for some reason—doesn't mean he has to be an asshole about it.
But now, in this moment with a mouth full of sand and eyes so watery he can barely see what he's climbing toward, all he can do is speed up and cling to the flailing ladder and ignore the raw-scraped burn in his hands. The light brightens more, and then resolves itself into a river of sand flowing down through the open high windows of some kind of tower. ]
There! I think— I think that's open, we just have to get under the sand!