[Good to know! :V He is going to have some very choice words about that if he ever finds out what that whole story is! XD;;;]
It did in fact feel a bit like running in a wheel, running some maze while being watched, while someone else enjoyed the mayhem that was being caused. Especially when it caused certain...fears, certain memories to be dragged screaming back to the surface without the security of them being hidden safely within his own head so that no one else could see them.
He shook his head, noting the way the other seemed to either be in pain, or remembering a pain. His instincts told him to heal it. He'd found out very recently that that was perhaps not the wisest instinct to follow, now, and he held himself back.
"I haven't the foggiest idea, and it's driving me to my wits end. Those of us who are here against our will seem to have theories, but the people who run the place don't seem to make a habit of showing themselves, from what I've seen." He gave a small sigh, glancing up at the maze around them before shuffling awkwardly to his feet and brushing dirt and twigs from his clothes, offering the cuffed hand to the man to help him up without actively grabbing his hand without being given express permission. "Allow me."
The area around them was deceptively quiet, and had he not already see some of the things Deerington enjoyed throwing at them, he might have taken that for granted. Dark figures lurking in shadows, inhuman mockeries of religious adherents attacking the people who tried to stop their thieving tendencies. He'd rather have dealt with Satanic nuns then those void-filled horribles! At least the Satanic variety seemed more interested in counting cute little baby's toes then actively harming people.
"I'm not sure what they have planned for us, but it's probably best if we prepare ourselves for some rather unplea-..." And that was when he caught it, the first sounds of shuffling from nearby, his aura reaching out and searching, finding a dark, frightful form on the edges of his consciousness, just around the hedge at the indigo-colored man's back. When he spoke again, his tone was hushed, dare say it almost afraid. "unpleasant business..."
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It did in fact feel a bit like running in a wheel, running some maze while being watched, while someone else enjoyed the mayhem that was being caused. Especially when it caused certain...fears, certain memories to be dragged screaming back to the surface without the security of them being hidden safely within his own head so that no one else could see them.
He shook his head, noting the way the other seemed to either be in pain, or remembering a pain. His instincts told him to heal it. He'd found out very recently that that was perhaps not the wisest instinct to follow, now, and he held himself back.
"I haven't the foggiest idea, and it's driving me to my wits end. Those of us who are here against our will seem to have theories, but the people who run the place don't seem to make a habit of showing themselves, from what I've seen." He gave a small sigh, glancing up at the maze around them before shuffling awkwardly to his feet and brushing dirt and twigs from his clothes, offering the cuffed hand to the man to help him up without actively grabbing his hand without being given express permission. "Allow me."
The area around them was deceptively quiet, and had he not already see some of the things Deerington enjoyed throwing at them, he might have taken that for granted. Dark figures lurking in shadows, inhuman mockeries of religious adherents attacking the people who tried to stop their thieving tendencies. He'd rather have dealt with Satanic nuns then those void-filled horribles! At least the Satanic variety seemed more interested in counting cute little baby's toes then actively harming people.
"I'm not sure what they have planned for us, but it's probably best if we prepare ourselves for some rather unplea-..." And that was when he caught it, the first sounds of shuffling from nearby, his aura reaching out and searching, finding a dark, frightful form on the edges of his consciousness, just around the hedge at the indigo-colored man's back. When he spoke again, his tone was hushed, dare say it almost afraid. "unpleasant business..."