[ The sudden shout is disorienting, almost feeling a discordant piece of the unfamiliar memory. Michel is too dizzy with it already -- viscerally ill, his own heart still racing with remembered fear and pain and the emptiness of a loss that isn't his.
It takes a moment to recall where and who he is now; he looks down at Sinclair with almost incomprehension as he stumbles, catching his balance reflexively on Sinclair's shoulder. ]
Si... Vogel.
[ Vogel. Vogel had seen that, had seen him seeing that. It wasn't just a nightmare or a wretched joke of this attraction. The thought makes the bile rise in his throat as the reality of that sinks in. ]
I-I didn't intend... to see...
[ What words of reassurance can he even fumble for? What would be reassuring after that? He stares at the tears on Vogel's face with no small amount of panic. ]
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It takes a moment to recall where and who he is now; he looks down at Sinclair with almost incomprehension as he stumbles, catching his balance reflexively on Sinclair's shoulder. ]
Si... Vogel.
[ Vogel. Vogel had seen that, had seen him seeing that. It wasn't just a nightmare or a wretched joke of this attraction. The thought makes the bile rise in his throat as the reality of that sinks in. ]
I-I didn't intend... to see...
[ What words of reassurance can he even fumble for? What would be reassuring after that? He stares at the tears on Vogel's face with no small amount of panic. ]