[ A hand on his shoulder shakes him out of it. Geralt starts in a way he almost never does—catching Dean's wrist in his hand before he almost immediately lets go. ]
I'm fine. [ It's nothing. He slams the door shut. The screaming doesn't stop, but it's muffled. He isn't even sure Dean can hear it or if it's only him. Decides not to ask. ] Come on.
[ Where in the hell are they even going anymore? There's no trail. He just wants to make his way to her. The fear that he's been steadily pushing down keeps creeping upwards. He never should've let her be separated from him in the first place. He should've kept her closer. Now they're near the top of this rising monolith, with shadows that dart from one side to the other, and he feels no closer to finding her.
Ahead, the corridor seems to narrow. A single blinking light is in the far distance, flashing red without illuminating anything. Geralt shines his light down, trying to see if it can catch the shadows. His night vision can't make out things that vanish with the absence of light. ]
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I'm fine. [ It's nothing. He slams the door shut. The screaming doesn't stop, but it's muffled. He isn't even sure Dean can hear it or if it's only him. Decides not to ask. ] Come on.
[ Where in the hell are they even going anymore? There's no trail. He just wants to make his way to her. The fear that he's been steadily pushing down keeps creeping upwards. He never should've let her be separated from him in the first place. He should've kept her closer. Now they're near the top of this rising monolith, with shadows that dart from one side to the other, and he feels no closer to finding her.
Ahead, the corridor seems to narrow. A single blinking light is in the far distance, flashing red without illuminating anything. Geralt shines his light down, trying to see if it can catch the shadows. His night vision can't make out things that vanish with the absence of light. ]