The desire to live can do a lot for you. Fear, the lack of options. Daniel shouts about a hole but doesn't stop, and there's enough space at the sides of Mister LaRusso for Robby to see beyond at the potential danger. The light show failing above their head doesn't do well for telling anything about the pit, except the closer they dash towards it, the more it appears as that: a swallowing darkness.
Is this the end of the line? Is that the way out? They fell, he fell, dropped down into this place. Maybe they'll end up somewhere else, another part away from this shit--
He can't think clearly between the adrenaline and the shaking of his body rattling his brain. He doesn't think, as they're forced to come to a standstill, the stink penetrating more like a tangible presence into his body than just a smell. Overwhelming, all of this overwhelming; and Daniel LaRusso might be starting to one side of the wall to get around when Robby takes his eyes off from the darkness to his former teacher.
This could be a joke, he doesn't have time to think, --this feeling that they're being chased. It could be alright if they stay still, or they could be in danger. They could've never had the chance in the first place, or that hold could be a way out.
Or it's a way to death, it's a way to nowhere, except a trap. They could be screwed either way. They could be screwed. But they fell to get here.
He doesn't think any of that, but feels it - in the dread that's suffocating his lungs, drowning up through his throat, up into his mouth. This fear, a fear of the unknown that's both a familiar friend in a foreign coat. Risks, dares. But he's walking without letting anything but a desperate hope and a brisk step to give him force. A hand on Daniel's back, a fistful of his shirt and a need for last blurted words:
"Sorry 'bout Miyagi-do."
It's an apology less planned that's followed by shoving Daniel LaRusso down the hole with himself - either to their death, or to another section of this senseless maze.
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Is this the end of the line? Is that the way out? They fell, he fell, dropped down into this place. Maybe they'll end up somewhere else, another part away from this shit--
He can't think clearly between the adrenaline and the shaking of his body rattling his brain. He doesn't think, as they're forced to come to a standstill, the stink penetrating more like a tangible presence into his body than just a smell. Overwhelming, all of this overwhelming; and Daniel LaRusso might be starting to one side of the wall to get around when Robby takes his eyes off from the darkness to his former teacher.
This could be a joke, he doesn't have time to think, --this feeling that they're being chased. It could be alright if they stay still, or they could be in danger. They could've never had the chance in the first place, or that hold could be a way out.
Or it's a way to death, it's a way to nowhere, except a trap. They could be screwed either way. They could be screwed. But they fell to get here.
He doesn't think any of that, but feels it - in the dread that's suffocating his lungs, drowning up through his throat, up into his mouth. This fear, a fear of the unknown that's both a familiar friend in a foreign coat. Risks, dares. But he's walking without letting anything but a desperate hope and a brisk step to give him force. A hand on Daniel's back, a fistful of his shirt and a need for last blurted words:
"Sorry 'bout Miyagi-do."
It's an apology less planned that's followed by shoving Daniel LaRusso down the hole with himself - either to their death, or to another section of this senseless maze.