For a split second, Harry is 18 years younger. Officer Cybil Bennet has just left, and he's preparing to leave himself to find Cheryl. The radio, what's going on with that radio, and the window bursts in with a terrible winged creature--
He breathes, and he's back in the present. He barely remembers there's a boy here, but that immediately becomes more of his concern. It has become less of a need to defend himself and another need to ensure this boy is safe. Harry isn't as young as he used to be, but he's ready to square up.]
I don't think he's going to give me much of a choice, kid.
[And the mutilated, scarred up man is ensuring that is the case, spitting and hissing more like a creature than a human being, stumbling forward toward the both of them.
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For a split second, Harry is 18 years younger. Officer Cybil Bennet has just left, and he's preparing to leave himself to find Cheryl. The radio, what's going on with that radio, and the window bursts in with a terrible winged creature--
He breathes, and he's back in the present. He barely remembers there's a boy here, but that immediately becomes more of his concern. It has become less of a need to defend himself and another need to ensure this boy is safe. Harry isn't as young as he used to be, but he's ready to square up.]
I don't think he's going to give me much of a choice, kid.
[And the mutilated, scarred up man is ensuring that is the case, spitting and hissing more like a creature than a human being, stumbling forward toward the both of them.
That, too, is far too familiar.]