( In the aftermoments, it's the silence that first strikes Edmund. All he can hear is the harsh in-out of his breath. Then, the sting of Susan's slap, followed quickly by the bone-deep exhaustion of the intent behind the slap. )
Su — ( The syllable involuntarily escapes him, sibilant on the edge of his exhaled breath. Another moment of stasis, his bones turned to marble, to lead, to stone, and then he's stumbling forward, dragging her to him without giving himself time to think through his actions. He's dry-eyed and shaking; his arms bracketing her narrow shoulders with a force just short of bruising. )
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Su — ( The syllable involuntarily escapes him, sibilant on the edge of his exhaled breath. Another moment of stasis, his bones turned to marble, to lead, to stone, and then he's stumbling forward, dragging her to him without giving himself time to think through his actions. He's dry-eyed and shaking; his arms bracketing her narrow shoulders with a force just short of bruising. )