[It takes him a moment as he tries to gather his thoughts. His bearings, really. He rubs his hands on his pants, which are so dirty already it's not like anyone would notice a little more blood there.]
Warden. I just -- I just got here. A few minutes ago.
[His voice is quiet, tired. The last sleep he'd gotten had been a drugged one, and he's alternately drowsy from that and wired from the adrenaline of fighting Grievers, of running the maze, of facing Gally.
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Date: 2015-02-10 03:11 am (UTC)Warden. I just -- I just got here. A few minutes ago.
[His voice is quiet, tired. The last sleep he'd gotten had been a drugged one, and he's alternately drowsy from that and wired from the adrenaline of fighting Grievers, of running the maze, of facing Gally.
Of Chuck dying.
He's pretty sure he's going to throw up soon.]