[ there’s little way they could ignore the elephant right there, in the vicinity, is there—
falco lowers his head as he speaks, meek to. ]
Better than I was. [ but he’s not exactly out of the woods. he was still flaking and pale, his hands were feeling sticky by the minute, but at least . . . no intrusive thoughts, at the moment. falco puts a hand to his temple, where the crawling earlier had been, all while looking out toward the rifle he put down feet away from them. ] I think I’ll . . . Trade in my rifle, though.
no subject
falco lowers his head as he speaks, meek to. ]
Better than I was. [ but he’s not exactly out of the woods. he was still flaking and pale, his hands were feeling sticky by the minute, but at least . . . no intrusive thoughts, at the moment. falco puts a hand to his temple, where the crawling earlier had been, all while looking out toward the rifle he put down feet away from them. ] I think I’ll . . . Trade in my rifle, though.