some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
He watches the astral projection, unsure of what it is or how it came to be, with quiet amazement. One again, he felt grossly inadequate, utterly incapable - he questioned silently why he was here, but resolved that he was here, that he'd do whatever he could (insufficient though it may be) to see this done.His own heightened vision revealed not much - certainly not the path Amalia had taken, confirmed when Ronin emerged. "Neat trick," he commented softly to the man, eyebrows raised for a moment
He followed his warden, down the left tunnel - and he looked at the mass of wings and feathers, only able to discern Remi, unaware that Amalia had wings of her own. "Amalia?" he asked, unable to hold the question back, wanting to know what was going on, wanting to know how much urgency was being injected into their situation.
He was on the outside, only barely able to hear the frantic panic in her tones - and his stomach was in knots, knowing the implications even if he had little clue what was actually. "We need to keep moving." It hardly had to be said, but he said it anyway, making to do just that, and keep going down the tunnel, stepping in and assisting where he could in supporting Amalia, if he was needed (but he assumed for the most part Remi had things as "under control" as they were going to get).
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Chuy goes down the left tunnel.
He unhelpfully says they need to keep moving, and will help support Ama if it's needed.
but i still wake up, i still see your ghost
CHULANE
