[ Algric reforms out of the chill and mist, clinging hard to Tim's - ah - well, his good arm, with a horrified look at the melted one. He isn't sure what to do? Will his cold help at all? It's not as though the Lonely really COUNTERACTS Desolation or something... ]
I - I don't know! He wasn't supposed to be there! Either of them!
[ And - and then - god, he has to say something. ]
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I - I don't know! He wasn't supposed to be there! Either of them!
[ And - and then - god, he has to say something. ]
What did Jared do to you?