grief · trauma · ensemble cast · somber · memorial · broken bonds · emotional · angst · loss · aftermath
The elevator groans on its ascent, its metal walls slick with a sheen of condensation and smears of dark fluid. Through the grated floor, the twisted silhouette of the spire dissolves into a haze of smoke and dust. N is curled in the corner, his frame shuddering with sobs that reverberate off the steel. Tessa kneels beside him, her hand unsteady on his shoulder, her knuckles white. Uzi lies crumpled on the floor, her internal circuitry flickering with a weak, dying light. The air tastes of ozone and copper, thick with a grief that feels solid. you stands at the control panel, the only one still on their feet. The weight of the moment hangs on you. What do you do?