The kid visibly starts panicking, and for a moment Holland wishes he were the kind of person that could be... reassuring. Comforting. But being so requires external emotion, a willingness for softness and vulnerability, and that got beaten out of him a long time ago.
"Hold still. I'll figure something out," he says instead, a divot between his brows as he examines the situation. The kid's pinned, and Holland's not strong enough to bend raw metal, but they're working on a short timeline here. The fire's growing.
Shit. If only-- there's a whisper in the back of his mind, an urging, that makes him swipe his good hand over his broken arm to gather some blood, and lay his bloody palm on the broken seat. He shouldn't be able to do this. He doesn't have magic anymore. And yet, when he whispers, "As Steno," the chair breaks, crumbling under his grip into smaller and smaller pieces, metal breaking apart as easily as the cushioning.
Interesting. He'll have to ponder that later.
For now, he holds out his hand, with all the regal emphasis of a king offering a hand to a subject. "Come on. Lean on me, if you have to. We need to get out of here."
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"Hold still. I'll figure something out," he says instead, a divot between his brows as he examines the situation. The kid's pinned, and Holland's not strong enough to bend raw metal, but they're working on a short timeline here. The fire's growing.
Shit. If only-- there's a whisper in the back of his mind, an urging, that makes him swipe his good hand over his broken arm to gather some blood, and lay his bloody palm on the broken seat. He shouldn't be able to do this. He doesn't have magic anymore. And yet, when he whispers, "As Steno," the chair breaks, crumbling under his grip into smaller and smaller pieces, metal breaking apart as easily as the cushioning.
Interesting. He'll have to ponder that later.
For now, he holds out his hand, with all the regal emphasis of a king offering a hand to a subject. "Come on. Lean on me, if you have to. We need to get out of here."