[Still ignoring you, Silver, staring blankly into the dark room. He's too wrapped up in his own frantically spinning thoughts.]
Just like Martel will be back... They'll both be back soon, and they'll [I'll] be okay... [He hopes...he really hopes. His fingers curl into tight fists at his sides, trembling.]
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Just like Martel will be back... They'll both be back soon, and they'll [I'll] be okay... [He hopes...he really hopes. His fingers curl into tight fists at his sides, trembling.]