[ He's stumbling, too--shifting, like the whole place is slanted even though it isn't. It's fear, it's all of his instincts and feelings flaring up all at once.
Credence thinks, for a brief moment, he might lose control. That the scratching in his brain and the smoke under his skin will burst forth, and he's about to panic and tell the other to get away when he sees it.
The necklace.
Safety. Familiarity. Almost at once, Credence seems to calm. The fact that the other may have stolen it off of someone else, or that he got the necklace through unscrupulous means doesn't cross his mind: not when there's a man, older, accent strange and foreign, crouched and holding the same talisman.
Credence looks relieved. He still grips his tightly, closer to his chest as if the other might take it. ]
Someone very important gave it to me. [ It's vague and it's true and Credence doesn't move, but he does look up. For once, he's staring someone in the eye. ]
Re: i.
Credence thinks, for a brief moment, he might lose control. That the scratching in his brain and the smoke under his skin will burst forth, and he's about to panic and tell the other to get away when he sees it.
The necklace.
Safety. Familiarity. Almost at once, Credence seems to calm. The fact that the other may have stolen it off of someone else, or that he got the necklace through unscrupulous means doesn't cross his mind: not when there's a man, older, accent strange and foreign, crouched and holding the same talisman.
Credence looks relieved. He still grips his tightly, closer to his chest as if the other might take it. ]
Someone very important gave it to me. [ It's vague and it's true and Credence doesn't move, but he does look up. For once, he's staring someone in the eye. ]
Did he give one to you, too?