[L's been peripherally aware of that lurking darkness, trying not to look too long or too indulgently at it. Judging the depth, or measuring the shadows, would mean dwelling and lingering and perhaps even deciding that he belongs there.
He's just lost the only sense of true community he's ever experienced in one fell swoop, and then repeated the process a thousand painful times over to see if anything could have changed. His body and mind are exhausted, ironically, from all the sleep.
Some direction is nice. It could come from a malignant source, and by now he might not notice or care. It's a way out, away from the bunker and the horror aboveground, and one he doesn't have to tax or overextend himself to manage to find.
He nods, answering the invitation with a lackluster but committed OK, stepping towards the shadow, into it, through it alongside Iskierka.]
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He's just lost the only sense of true community he's ever experienced in one fell swoop, and then repeated the process a thousand painful times over to see if anything could have changed. His body and mind are exhausted, ironically, from all the sleep.
Some direction is nice. It could come from a malignant source, and by now he might not notice or care. It's a way out, away from the bunker and the horror aboveground, and one he doesn't have to tax or overextend himself to manage to find.
He nods, answering the invitation with a lackluster but committed OK, stepping towards the shadow, into it, through it alongside Iskierka.]