That sense of other in the primitive back of his mind slashed again, frantically, and there was an alien sense of—
Won't lose again can't lose again lost too much in those teeth, old ally-enemy, don't lose them don't—
His panic faded while his senses sharpened, hunting not by vision but taste-scent-hearing as if he were blind, picking out the cries that had etched themselves into his mind in that one reeling moment of recognition, the same olfactory sensitivity by which beasts knew their own kits and cubs and fawns and foals. They became outlined to him as if in red.
Cut through the cage of claws for Ishtar before she was cast to the hungry shades? Scoop up fading Shamash before one of the creatures prowling the edge poured its darkness into him and took him, sure and certain as death? They were so far from each other.
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Won't lose again can't lose again lost too much in those teeth, old ally-enemy, don't lose them don't—
His panic faded while his senses sharpened, hunting not by vision but taste-scent-hearing as if he were blind, picking out the cries that had etched themselves into his mind in that one reeling moment of recognition, the same olfactory sensitivity by which beasts knew their own kits and cubs and fawns and foals. They became outlined to him as if in red.
Cut through the cage of claws for Ishtar before she was cast to the hungry shades? Scoop up fading Shamash before one of the creatures prowling the edge poured its darkness into him and took him, sure and certain as death? They were so far from each other.