[Bucky is about to reach down for the animals himself when Sam moves faster, so he pulls his hand back to return to unpacking. He lays out their bed rolls in the shadow of the rocky alcove and settles their packs in the deeper sections of the rocks. Sam's not wrong about one of the sources of Bucky's anger, but it's hardly fair to place all the blame at Sam's feet.]
(Not only you.) [He offers the impression of his conversation with a brunette, how strongly she felt that Lavellan was no longer because his heart stopped beating, how that left his organs up for grabs.
But Bucky knows what it's like to lose physical pieces of himself, as well as mental, and remembering the conversation stirs up nausea that claws at the back of his throat. He had trusted his fellow nestmates to, at the very least, not chop each other up at the first chance. After all, if Lavellan fell victim to them, how would someone less than human- himself- fare?
And Sam is numbed up. Bucky can feel the buzz over the link, hating how disorienting the sensation continues to be.]
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( Not only you. ) [He offers the impression of his conversation with a brunette, how strongly she felt that Lavellan was no longer because his heart stopped beating, how that left his organs up for grabs.
But Bucky knows what it's like to lose physical pieces of himself, as well as mental, and remembering the conversation stirs up nausea that claws at the back of his throat. He had trusted his fellow nestmates to, at the very least, not chop each other up at the first chance. After all, if Lavellan fell victim to them, how would someone less than human- himself- fare?
And Sam is numbed up. Bucky can feel the buzz over the link, hating how disorienting the sensation continues to be.]