[Consciousness comes in slowly, like the trickle of water in a slow stream. He remembers pain, remembers feeling cold, remembers feeling safe--
Salieri sucks in a breath, eyes opening swiftly, as he sits up, only to find himself...onstage. The last place he remembered being. His hand goes immediately to his ribs, to where he was stabbed--only to find nothing there. Salieri frowns, looking around.]
Discord?!
[It's called out before he can rethink it, worried, calling for the last person he was with, the last person he spoke to, the last person who...There was a plan, one he had pushed Discord into, desperately clinging to the only solution he could muster with no time to think it through; no time to find another way out, and he'd decided it must be so, that it was the only way--
Salieri shakes his head as that memory wars with others, now regained--victime da ma victoire-- and he shakily tries to push to his feet. He really shouldn't expect an answer from Discord, should he. He shouldn't be here, if everything went to plan, as hurriedly conceived as it was.
He's just...going to go sit on the edge of the stage a moment, head bowing. Part of him doesn't want to venture further; doesn't want to see if the plan actually worked because it was such a slim chance anyway. Salieri just...needs a minute for that dread to continue to sit in his stomach, so he'll just sit here for a bit longer, shoulders curled, looking down at the floor.]
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Salieri sucks in a breath, eyes opening swiftly, as he sits up, only to find himself...onstage. The last place he remembered being. His hand goes immediately to his ribs, to where he was stabbed--only to find nothing there. Salieri frowns, looking around.]
Discord?!
[It's called out before he can rethink it, worried, calling for the last person he was with, the last person he spoke to, the last person who...There was a plan, one he had pushed Discord into, desperately clinging to the only solution he could muster with no time to think it through; no time to find another way out, and he'd decided it must be so, that it was the only way--
Salieri shakes his head as that memory wars with others, now regained--victime da ma victoire-- and he shakily tries to push to his feet. He really shouldn't expect an answer from Discord, should he. He shouldn't be here, if everything went to plan, as hurriedly conceived as it was.
He's just...going to go sit on the edge of the stage a moment, head bowing. Part of him doesn't want to venture further; doesn't want to see if the plan actually worked because it was such a slim chance anyway. Salieri just...needs a minute for that dread to continue to sit in his stomach, so he'll just sit here for a bit longer, shoulders curled, looking down at the floor.]