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āWhere is his cane? He canāt walk without his caneāā Jayce babbles frantically as he rummages through the rubble. His fingers bleed, and his breath is unevenāheās close to sobbing, and tears are, frankly, obscuring his vision, but he pays it no mind. It doesnāt matter. Nothing mattersānothing but him, in that damned chamber.
Mel watches him, and her chest constricts. She places a gentle hand on Jayceās shoulder, but it does little to nothing to snap him out of his single-minded pursuit.
āJayceāā
āHeā Oh god, when he wakes up, he will be so mad,ā Jayce attempts a laugh, rubbing his eyes. They stingāfrom both the dust and tears. Mel keeps silent, not daring to interrupt. She canāt. Not when Jayce has that desperate, panicked look inched into his features.
āYes!ā Jayce exclaims finally, noticing the glare of the shiny tip of the cane. He has designed it, after allāhe would recognize it anywhere. āI- God, I put it somewhere onceāin the lab, and heāā Jayce goes through the memories, not caring of the tears and sheer desperation that radiates off him. He grasps the cane, pulling it out of the rubbleāitās a little chipped, but nothing he canāt fix for Viktor.
Just like him - the thought flashes through his mind, and Jayce shudders.