[ He says it without meaning to, the words tumbling from his lips in a delightful tizzy. The engine is practically rocking him, soothing in a way that's almost dangerous, and Credence isn't sure how it's possible to be so exhilarated and terrified and soothed at the exact same time.
His Friend, the one beneath the surface, the one that whispers to him--it's gone.It's gone, replaced by adrenaline and fear and euphoria, and they haven't even properly started. He can't even wipe that smile off of his face, sitting on the edge of the seat in anticipation. ]
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[ He says it without meaning to, the words tumbling from his lips in a delightful tizzy. The engine is practically rocking him, soothing in a way that's almost dangerous, and Credence isn't sure how it's possible to be so exhilarated and terrified and soothed at the exact same time.
His Friend, the one beneath the surface, the one that whispers to him--it's gone.It's gone, replaced by adrenaline and fear and euphoria, and they haven't even properly started. He can't even wipe that smile off of his face, sitting on the edge of the seat in anticipation. ]