[ Yeah no, the two of them like that, the pouring horror down Jonah's face, the sheer oppressive air of burgeoning malice and gluttonous voyeurism, the rapture on Elias-
Tim is only a moment behind Algric in surging forward to do something- anything. kill the bastard like they'd come here to do - and finds himself in the dark.
By the length of the fall, there should have been no way their legs were intact, much less the stumble they had ended up into but- Right now, the cold of the Lonely is the most comforting thing Tim Stoker has ever felt, because it meant he WASN'T alone.
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Tim is only a moment behind Algric in surging forward to do something- anything. kill the bastard like they'd come here to do - and finds himself in the dark.
By the length of the fall, there should have been no way their legs were intact, much less the stumble they had ended up into but- Right now, the cold of the Lonely is the most comforting thing Tim Stoker has ever felt, because it meant he WASN'T alone.
How's THAT for irony. ]
Here!
[ He steps closer into the cold fog and- ]
What was he doing here? We have to get back!