—you're disappearing. [hello, something to fixate on that isn't his own demise? He grabs her hands, a concerned frown pushing aside the uncertainty on his mind.]
It's this place, isn't it? We can't stay here... we have to leave, I can get up—
[he
really can't, he's going to immediately fall over if he tries, but the spirit is there. he'll make it up on the third or fourth attempt.]
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It's this place, isn't it? We can't stay here... we have to leave, I can get up—
[he
really can't, he's going to immediately fall over if he tries, but the spirit is there. he'll make it up on the third or fourth attempt.]