[Jonah doesn't answer for a long moment. Stuck staring down at his hands, remembering like a dream for a few minutes he didn't have fingers. They were gone, melted down to the bone and-
He presses his hands to his face, heels of his palms to his eyes and breathes.
A dream. That's all.]
We still have work to do. We should go see how Tim's doing and finish cleaning up.
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He presses his hands to his face, heels of his palms to his eyes and breathes.
A dream. That's all.]
We still have work to do. We should go see how Tim's doing and finish cleaning up.