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The last thing Lark saw before he sat down was his father running toward him, worry and betrayal covering his face, his friends and Sparrow behind his dad, horror, tears, anger, confusion scattered across the crowd, mixing like colored water becoming a deep brown.
Then it's static, his eyes feel like they're being pulled into his brain, into his soul. It hurts. He feels all of his families pain, his families love, his friends love, his friends tears, no that's his tears. He sees a woman who looks like him, one he had seen in the film so long ago in Oakville. 1920's attire, blonde ties up hair. He sees Bea'ry, with the malicious green eyes the oak family is stuck with. He sees his father, oh his father.. the only thing he had ever done wrong was birth Lark. He sees himself and his brother, Oh dear sparrow, Lovely sparrow, without me you would have had a lovely life, without me you would have been normal. It's only him now, a feeling so normal to him, loneliness, it is he alone who must pay for this being, it is he alone who should destroy it, it is he who should feel to burden of this evil. It is he who is his evil. He feels a warmth, an embrace, a comfort, a smothering slab of heat, he's drowning in it, why is it here, he doesn't get it, he doesn't deserve this, he deserves the coldness, the pain, the weight, his fate. But it's always there, lingering near him. Like it's a magnet and he's its pull. Oh magnet, your pull is so strong to my weakness. Fly to me and give me your heat. It may seem selfish but please.
His eyes open, Henry at his feet, salt on his face and his neck and chest.
"We need to kill it." Is all he says before running,
Running out the door, running out the church, running down the mountain, running to the portal, till he is out of the sight of that foul creature, all he has is himself. The cold, it consumes him. Till the warmth finds him again. A hand in his shoulder, a familiar hand of his friend.
"It's just you and me. My cards are on the table. Just waiting for you to fold."
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Lark is in the same spot, sitting from his legs aching. A day passed and no one else has come in the portal. The demon man hasn't stopped moving since the moment he came here.
"I flew here, that's why the others aren't with me. They were taking too long to get to you."
"If you want to talk you can."
"I am here if you want the weights gone for one second"
"Please Lark just respond"
He didn't.
Not to any of those statements.
Nick tries.
He tries so hard to help his bird.
Conversation, distraction, drugs.
No response.
"Lark..." he thinks what he is going to say for a moment, a long antagonizing moment, unlike the silence before. Somehow Lark knows this one will hurt, "... We- I love you." Time slowed, the world zoomed on him but he left the world. He falls forward on his hands, now in sort of a Cat pose. Everything is messy, everything is moving, everything is hurt, angry, sad, confused. Nick is calm, collected as he gets down on his knees and tries and help his friend, deep down Nick is worried, Deep down there is something Lark knows he doesn't deserve. Lark is messy. He is broken. He is lonely. He is chaos.