There are three sets of footfalls accompanying the voice (two cadenced, one sliding and dragging). Simon's voice is slurred, but the tone comes through clearly enough: helpless fury.
"...'f you'd listen -- idiots, all o' you -- 's isn't --"
The cell door slides open and Simon's voice gets briefly louder, and is then cut off by a shove that sends him staggering into the room, his hands spread to keep his balance.
He's woefully off-balance, and not just from the shove. His vest and the collar of his shirt hang open; his hair is falling into his eyes, which are glazed and slightly more dilated than they should be.
The guards say nothing. The door hisses shut, and locks almost silently.
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There are three sets of footfalls accompanying the voice (two cadenced, one sliding and dragging). Simon's voice is slurred, but the tone comes through clearly enough: helpless fury.
"...'f you'd listen -- idiots, all o' you -- 's isn't --"
The cell door slides open and Simon's voice gets briefly louder, and is then cut off by a shove that sends him staggering into the room, his hands spread to keep his balance.
He's woefully off-balance, and not just from the shove. His vest and the collar of his shirt hang open; his hair is falling into his eyes, which are glazed and slightly more dilated than they should be.
The guards say nothing. The door hisses shut, and locks almost silently.
Simon runs one shaking hand over his face.
"...River?"