[ how is the pile of melted flesh even turning to look at him. he hates that he recognizes them like this, and he hates even more the sense of urgency that's making him almost ignore the absence of his companions. wherever they are--
he hopes it'll be fine. but he has to do this. he doesn't know why, and that should worry him, but... his steps are determined, cape billowing behind him. it feels heavier than it already did.
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he hopes it'll be fine. but he has to do this. he doesn't know why, and that should worry him, but... his steps are determined, cape billowing behind him. it feels heavier than it already did.
boiler room time. ]