[ Each mind adds velocity to the storm. Bellamy's broke free, Lexa with him, drops in a bucket when removed from Sam's onslaught. The string of words and phrases don't make much sense to Steve in the moment (five years old and sitting next to his mother on a wooden bench, trying to pick out words printed on thin, fingerprint marked pages). The hair at his temples is damp with sweat, his concentration elsewhere. He doesn't register the countdown.
Sam's on the floor, Steve's got enough control of his legs again that he shifts over to where his broodmate drops to the floor, kneeling next to him.
The concern resonating from him isn't that of immediate fear for Sam's life. The guy's breathing, just unconscious. ]
The Bearings. [ Answer to the question. His gaze darts from Sam, to android he resuscitated, to the others still standing nearby. ]
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Sam's on the floor, Steve's got enough control of his legs again that he shifts over to where his broodmate drops to the floor, kneeling next to him.
The concern resonating from him isn't that of immediate fear for Sam's life. The guy's breathing, just unconscious. ]
The Bearings. [ Answer to the question. His gaze darts from Sam, to android he resuscitated, to the others still standing nearby. ]