"I don't know," Jason gets out of a throat gone tight with panic. Christ, why is he such a mess, he's faced more dangers than half the island with all their lifetimes stacked together, and it feels like he's going to pieces. He feels off, wrong, like something's coming and he can't see what it is, and if he doesn't figure it out soon it's going to hurt Eden.
"Please," he says again, pulling his protesting body onto its feet. He twists his aching back to scan the treeline - there's nothing there but he can feel it. "Eden, something's happening, run."
The center of the tree nearest them blows out as if punched by a giant fist, the boom of the wood splintering lost to the massive concussive force that struck it in the first place. As the woodchips rain down on them, Jason's too stunned to do more than stare. He'd felt that, he...he thinks he did that.
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"Please," he says again, pulling his protesting body onto its feet. He twists his aching back to scan the treeline - there's nothing there but he can feel it. "Eden, something's happening, run."
The center of the tree nearest them blows out as if punched by a giant fist, the boom of the wood splintering lost to the massive concussive force that struck it in the first place. As the woodchips rain down on them, Jason's too stunned to do more than stare. He'd felt that, he...he thinks he did that.