[It took less than one second to complete the jump from the moment Kit let go to the moment his feet touched down, but in that moment he felt like himself again. The wires all connected. Sparks firing. And with them, every angle he would need to consider to make a safe landing. The position of his body, the tenseness of his muscles, which direction to aim for to keep from striking his knees off the steps above as they bent to reduce the shock of impact or to keep from falling over backwards...
There was only a faint wobble at the bottom caused by the briefest twinge of discomfort, but Kit refused to acknowledge its existence. It wasn't a break and it wasn't a sprain, it was only his muscles protesting this act of stupidity. Rightfully so, perhaps. And yet...he'd nailed his little performance. Just as he'd known he would.
He didn't need anyone else. This truth would make it easier to overcome whatever strange effect Vincent seemed to have on him. His ability to inspire such nostalgic reactions and make him recall that which was best left to the shadows of his subconscious. Kit didn't need him and, as he carefully rose to his feet, he contemplated staring down his companion one last time to drive that point home...
...and then didn't.
He turned away instead, starting down the few remaining stairs in silence. As though the faint burning in one foot were imagined, and the jump itself had never taken place.]
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There was only a faint wobble at the bottom caused by the briefest twinge of discomfort, but Kit refused to acknowledge its existence. It wasn't a break and it wasn't a sprain, it was only his muscles protesting this act of stupidity. Rightfully so, perhaps. And yet...he'd nailed his little performance. Just as he'd known he would.
He didn't need anyone else. This truth would make it easier to overcome whatever strange effect Vincent seemed to have on him. His ability to inspire such nostalgic reactions and make him recall that which was best left to the shadows of his subconscious. Kit didn't need him and, as he carefully rose to his feet, he contemplated staring down his companion one last time to drive that point home...
...and then didn't.
He turned away instead, starting down the few remaining stairs in silence. As though the faint burning in one foot were imagined, and the jump itself had never taken place.]