[ For some reason or another, she hadn't followed them past the door. The brunette shade of a dead girl slipped away into shadows, smiling that sad smile all the while, and Albedo--
Only now realizes he's been dragged outside. ]
Where are we... going...?
[ His voice sounds small, drugged. The presence forced upon him took something from him, something essential.
no subject
Only now realizes he's been dragged outside. ]
Where are we... going...?
[ His voice sounds small, drugged. The presence forced upon him took something from him, something essential.
Something taking its time coming back. ]