[You'd think that with everything happening, the sight of what's transpired would be the most difficult part to bear witness to. He has a front row view to an unimaginably large piece of metal on wheels bucking Wesker over and crushing him, wrapped in the packaging of that being the only thing visible when everything is dark with the exception of its bright blaring lights.
Even so, it's not the sight that sticks with him and makes this whole thing such a horror; if anything, what he's seeing feels strangely distant and impersonal, like a scene from a movie. What brings the horror alive is the crunch, the unmistakable sound of something so easily snapping and caving in in ways it shouldn't. It rings in his head and eventually spurs him to stop staring dumbly with his mouth slightly ajar and make his way to his feet.
The bus driver is equally in shock. The bus won't move. He should call out, probably, say something until Wesker is no longer being crushed, but words never really were his strong suit, and his body reacts much faster than his mouth does. He moves towards the front of the bus and tries pushing it first, as if that's going to accomplish anything, then settles for pounding on its windshield with his fists until it finally backs up, which leaves Wesker, still partially crushed and on the ground.
Silver drops down to his side. Some rational part of his head acknowledges that he probably shouldn't move him too much, but it's completely overruled as he tries to prop up Wesker's head and gently shake him.]
H...Hey.
[He swallows harshly, then tries again, a little more firmly this time.]
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Even so, it's not the sight that sticks with him and makes this whole thing such a horror; if anything, what he's seeing feels strangely distant and impersonal, like a scene from a movie. What brings the horror alive is the crunch, the unmistakable sound of something so easily snapping and caving in in ways it shouldn't. It rings in his head and eventually spurs him to stop staring dumbly with his mouth slightly ajar and make his way to his feet.
The bus driver is equally in shock. The bus won't move. He should call out, probably, say something until Wesker is no longer being crushed, but words never really were his strong suit, and his body reacts much faster than his mouth does. He moves towards the front of the bus and tries pushing it first, as if that's going to accomplish anything, then settles for pounding on its windshield with his fists until it finally backs up, which leaves Wesker, still partially crushed and on the ground.
Silver drops down to his side. Some rational part of his head acknowledges that he probably shouldn't move him too much, but it's completely overruled as he tries to prop up Wesker's head and gently shake him.]
H...Hey.
[He swallows harshly, then tries again, a little more firmly this time.]
Stay with me.