Sinclair holds his breath as he watches the ground distance itself from him. But it's a little easier to deal with when you're expecting it, and it feels controlled. It feels more like Jack knows what he's doing, and all he has to do is make it over that banister and--
he stops.
Why is he stopped. This is cruel, please just set him down on the other side of the banister, dear god dangling in midair with nothing to hang onto is not the most pleasant sensation.
He collects himself with a breath and looks around. There's a doorway that he can see through for the most part, but he can't speak for the areas out of his field of vision. "Not that I can see," he says, and whatever you just heard was not a nervous voice crack. You were imagining that.
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he stops.
Why is he stopped. This is cruel, please just set him down on the other side of the banister, dear god dangling in midair with nothing to hang onto is not the most pleasant sensation.
He collects himself with a breath and looks around. There's a doorway that he can see through for the most part, but he can't speak for the areas out of his field of vision. "Not that I can see," he says, and whatever you just heard was not a nervous voice crack. You were imagining that.