[Waiting. Right. Without putting much thought into it, he sits next to Elesa, lets his head fall into his hands, and... Starts to leave. To block out what's going on. Waiting. They're deadweight. Chopped liver. And it's like this every time.
It's unsettling, really- to think about how it's almost become routine. He's been in here far too many times by now.
But Ingo will be okay. He'll definitely be okay. And Emmet...]
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It's unsettling, really- to think about how it's almost become routine. He's been in here far too many times by now.
But Ingo will be okay. He'll definitely be okay. And Emmet...]