That's about all he can say about that. It's clear that whatever has happened, it's something beyond his skill to separate or repair.
If it truly does need repair. If this isn't just how things are, here, in this strange, foggy space.
Shackles again. Why is it always shackles? He himself wears chains, a symbol of restraint and a reminder of the weight of his responsibilities, but shackles are becoming more and more uncomfortable to see lately. ]
What is this...?
[ He approaches, cautiously. Not touching. He's certain, from the awareness he'd felt, he doesn't even need to come close to touching for her to be aware of him. ]
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That's about all he can say about that. It's clear that whatever has happened, it's something beyond his skill to separate or repair.
If it truly does need repair. If this isn't just how things are, here, in this strange, foggy space.
Shackles again. Why is it always shackles? He himself wears chains, a symbol of restraint and a reminder of the weight of his responsibilities, but shackles are becoming more and more uncomfortable to see lately. ]
What is this...?
[ He approaches, cautiously. Not touching. He's certain, from the awareness he'd felt, he doesn't even need to come close to touching for her to be aware of him. ]