Sure, { is what he can manage. He’s on autopilot, and denying aid in anyway would be foolish. Will can still at least assess while he figures what is going on. The attention on him is just as jarring as the fog itself. He looks down and notes his half undressed state. Now he’s mumbling. }
I have to get back to my apartment. { Maybe the other person is telling the truth. Nothing is behind him. Another faint rustle can be heard. What he can’t see is a singular raven feather detach and with a gush of wind, it lands on him. The hooves he heard earlier tap on the floor and Will is brought to his knees. A sudden burst of guilt overcomes him. He’s suddenly forced to relive the moment he shot Hobbs — his tenth shot is ringing in his ears as he grabs some of the dirt on the floor as if it might do something.
What had been a black feather dissolved into smoke, ambers flickering in its wake. Will is lost, again. }
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I have to get back to my apartment. { Maybe the other person is telling the truth. Nothing is behind him. Another faint rustle can be heard. What he can’t see is a singular raven feather detach and with a gush of wind, it lands on him. The hooves he heard earlier tap on the floor and Will is brought to his knees. A sudden burst of guilt overcomes him. He’s suddenly forced to relive the moment he shot Hobbs — his tenth shot is ringing in his ears as he grabs some of the dirt on the floor as if it might do something.
What had been a black feather dissolved into smoke, ambers flickering in its wake. Will is lost, again. }
—Shit. You should leave.