She sounds very, very far away, almost as if she's still on Earth and is trying to talk to him through a can attached to a very long string. But he hears her. And despite the pain in his head and his shoulder, Damage manages to sit up.
"Nighstar...?" the Titan asks weakly, his dark eyes shifting back and forth, trying to find her. Green energy or no, the fact that he keeps moving isn't doing anything for that separated shoulder.
"Nightstar?" Grant asks again, a little louder this time, his voice wavering, weak.
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Date: 2006-11-15 03:27 am (UTC)"Nighstar...?" the Titan asks weakly, his dark eyes shifting back and forth, trying to find her. Green energy or no, the fact that he keeps moving isn't doing anything for that separated shoulder.
"Nightstar?" Grant asks again, a little louder this time, his voice wavering, weak.