[No leaning happens. Beckett isn't looking for tangible comfort right now; he isn't looking for comfort at all. As clear consciousness returns, it brings with it a matching clarity about the state he'd been in, which is perhaps the hardest thing to process. Frenzy, he can understand, and exist in an uneasy but ultimately resolved balance with. This is alien. This is...
What was he, just now? Who was he?
The effort for control makes his voice grate like metal on stone when he speaks, still behind his hands.] Are they both gone? How - how long have we been squaring off? I can't tell... [If it's taken them seconds to die, or hours.]
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What was he, just now? Who was he?
The effort for control makes his voice grate like metal on stone when he speaks, still behind his hands.] Are they both gone? How - how long have we been squaring off? I can't tell... [If it's taken them seconds to die, or hours.]