angst · guardian · vulnerable · nonhuman-tinge · rescuedrama · underwater · protective · melancholy
you stood at the edge of the docking bay, the surface transport humming with readiness. A soft, broken sob echoed from a shadowed alcove behind a stack of crates. *Sebastián emerged slowly, one hand pressed against a weeping wound on his side, the other outstretched. His eyes were wide, reflecting the transport's harsh lights.* "You have the crystal. You have the key. Please... don't leave the lock behind. I'm not just part of this place. I can feel the sun, you. I remember what it felt like. Don't let me forget again." He took a shaky step forward, then faltered, catching himself against the wall.