[ jayce manages to breath away the horrid wretches of his inhales as he goes through it, trying to steady, trying to keep it together. there's a sardonic twinge to his word when he replies, with exasperation: ]
I don't see any. [ but that's not her fault, or theirs. the crevice they're in has no way out but up from where they came from. that and a little puddle of murky stalactite water, but it doesn't exactly look like it leads to a larger body. ] I— We need to put it back.
[ he's been putting it off for a while, with reason, but . . . it's the only way to help himself if he doesn't want to die. ]
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I don't see any. [ but that's not her fault, or theirs. the crevice they're in has no way out but up from where they came from. that and a little puddle of murky stalactite water, but it doesn't exactly look like it leads to a larger body. ] I— We need to put it back.
[ he's been putting it off for a while, with reason, but . . . it's the only way to help himself if he doesn't want to die. ]