[The message brings with it a surge of relief. He'd force himself to find the source of the dust if he had to. Terror icing every joint and tendon in his body hadn't stopped him from entering Dutch Hill, despite the sucking blackness he'd felt lurking behind its broken-out windows, but he'd really prefer to avoid being attacked by some demonic entity. The girl sharing the sentiment makes him want to grin gladly out of nowhere. If she'd continued on, he would've felt a pull to join her.
Suppressing the grin, he channels his relief into his message, shaking his head in agreement with her. He's not any more eager to bathe in the stuff a second time.]
Me neither. I don't think whatever's waiting for us at the end is a good thing. Let's get out of this dust.
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Suppressing the grin, he channels his relief into his message, shaking his head in agreement with her. He's not any more eager to bathe in the stuff a second time.]
Me neither. I don't think whatever's waiting for us at the end is a good thing. Let's get out of this dust.
Did you get stuck here, too?