[Jay doesn't acknowledge the sound of crying; it doesn't to matter to him why she's started, only that her soft cries will eventually wake up the otters. He doesn't even look at her. Whatever narrow margin of time he had to escape is rapidly disappearing; if he wants to leave, he needs to act quickly.
But his limbs won't properly obey him. He tries pushing himself up, palms flat against the floor, again and again, until the last of his feeble strength fades. Then he lies on the floor, shoulders trembling, and swallows down a thick knot of pain and despair.
He's... so weak. A pathetic failure, who couldn't carry out his mission. He couldn't even properly die, which is how he got into this position in the first place. Why... did he even bother trying to escape? Even if he did, there's no way Master would want something as useless as him back.]
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But his limbs won't properly obey him. He tries pushing himself up, palms flat against the floor, again and again, until the last of his feeble strength fades. Then he lies on the floor, shoulders trembling, and swallows down a thick knot of pain and despair.
He's... so weak. A pathetic failure, who couldn't carry out his mission. He couldn't even properly die, which is how he got into this position in the first place. Why... did he even bother trying to escape? Even if he did, there's no way Master would want something as useless as him back.]