[Akechi stumbles into the studio, coughing as he comes over to slump against the wall.
He'd done the best he could to protect himself from the violent, whipping dust outside, but inevitably, he'd had to find off one of those creatures, and he'd inhaled some of the dust as a result. His lungs were on fire, his eyes were blurring with tears and at the very least, he could stay in here for a moment, at least just to catch his breath.
As soon as he has enough breath to speak between coughs:]
Young— native girl and boy. [Cough.] Children. Have you seen them?
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He'd done the best he could to protect himself from the violent, whipping dust outside, but inevitably, he'd had to find off one of those creatures, and he'd inhaled some of the dust as a result. His lungs were on fire, his eyes were blurring with tears and at the very least, he could stay in here for a moment, at least just to catch his breath.
As soon as he has enough breath to speak between coughs:]
Young— native girl and boy. [Cough.] Children. Have you seen them?