"I..." He is not going to panic. He is not going to panic.
Lies. He's totally panicking.
It's not just the memories. It's Tarsus, as vivid and raw as the day it happened, and he can still feel that phantom gnawing hunger and thirst, and he can't quite stop himself from going for the one thing he knows might help.
Jim makes a beeline for the cupboard where he stashed his ration bars, and for just a moment he's overwhelmed to see so many. A box this size could've fed them for days, and it's all just sitting here, unguarded. Free for the taking. The fact that he himself put them there doesn't matter. He grabs two, shoving one in a pocket and tearing open the other, needing to banish the hunger.
no subject
Lies. He's totally panicking.
It's not just the memories. It's Tarsus, as vivid and raw as the day it happened, and he can still feel that phantom gnawing hunger and thirst, and he can't quite stop himself from going for the one thing he knows might help.
Jim makes a beeline for the cupboard where he stashed his ration bars, and for just a moment he's overwhelmed to see so many. A box this size could've fed them for days, and it's all just sitting here, unguarded. Free for the taking. The fact that he himself put them there doesn't matter. He grabs two, shoving one in a pocket and tearing open the other, needing to banish the hunger.