[He finally stops scrabbling fruitlessly against the tree, fingers stinging and aching from the abuse. A shudder ripples through his body and exits through his mouth in a wavering breath. Everything is a little... too much right now...
Slowly, his head turns to gaze at the woman, hands dropping to his sides, eyes tired yet determined.]
Where is he...
[He's not gone. He can't be gone. He won't accept it.]
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Slowly, his head turns to gaze at the woman, hands dropping to his sides, eyes tired yet determined.]
Where is he...
[He's not gone. He can't be gone. He won't accept it.]