He came back after running away in the first place.
Asking for help now, the long way around, because everything he's been doing feels like he's making it worse (though it's important to say that wasn't why he came here, nor is he trading crappy fruit for help).
Everything is getting worse. Worse and worse and worse. It's crushing, all of this is crushing. He can barely think. If it's not Trench falling in around his ears it's Ryan consumed by what can only be corruption or fumbling through all of it half scorched because everyone's (everyone's, every person, every plant, every single gleaming thread of life humming in every direction clashing to crescendo-) auras are absolutely blinding- ]
Anything.
[Another snap answer. Then, to something he knows all too well.]
no subject
He came back after running away in the first place.
Asking for help now, the long way around, because everything he's been doing feels like he's making it worse (though it's important to say that wasn't why he came here, nor is he trading crappy fruit for help).
Everything is getting worse. Worse and worse and worse. It's crushing, all of this is crushing. He can barely think. If it's not Trench falling in around his ears it's Ryan consumed by what can only be corruption or fumbling through all of it half scorched because everyone's (everyone's, every person, every plant, every single gleaming thread of life humming in every direction clashing to crescendo-) auras are absolutely blinding- ]
Anything.
[Another snap answer. Then, to something he knows all too well.]
Tell me what to do.