Rashid doesn't even have enough shame to look sheepish. Daniel assumes he's been partially lobotomized by the spook librarians.
Are these crippled vampires dead? Daniel doesn't think so— heads kind of on, if mangled, not burned even though there's so much smoke and ash from Louis' pyrowhatever. Should he, just. Well. He does what he thinks he should, which is shove his hand into the cavity he's created in the passenger vampire's head and yank so that it detaches from his body. It thunks back into the wreckage, flopping against the barely-alive driver.
He feels far away.
"Yeah," he hears himself say, about the car with the cracked windshield. He watches himself walk back around and look at Louis.
"Are you okay?"
Daniel doesn't feel any urgency from his distant vantage point, dizzy and greyish, but Rashid must, because he ushers them towards it with all the precision he had used to delivery drinks and newspapers.
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Are these crippled vampires dead? Daniel doesn't think so— heads kind of on, if mangled, not burned even though there's so much smoke and ash from Louis' pyrowhatever. Should he, just. Well. He does what he thinks he should, which is shove his hand into the cavity he's created in the passenger vampire's head and yank so that it detaches from his body. It thunks back into the wreckage, flopping against the barely-alive driver.
He feels far away.
"Yeah," he hears himself say, about the car with the cracked windshield. He watches himself walk back around and look at Louis.
"Are you okay?"
Daniel doesn't feel any urgency from his distant vantage point, dizzy and greyish, but Rashid must, because he ushers them towards it with all the precision he had used to delivery drinks and newspapers.