[ At least he can be semi-certain this isn't his own creation that they're trapped in...
They keep walking without direction, Kahlil leaving one hand on the wall as they move. A weariness is creeping on him. His sleep was fitful the night before, his dreams strange and unfamiliar: the moth, the teacup, and the hand mirror. He hasn't thought about it much since he first awoke hours ago. A mildly disconcerting dream seems a silly thing to bring up now, with how precarious their current situation is -
Suddenly Claude's voice interrupts his thoughts, and then the odd whirring, a noise he can't place. ]
- the what? [ He's moving as he's whispering, trying to follow Claude's command, and out of nowhere something slams into his back, sending him skidding on his side down the hall past Claude. His vision is all black night and stars as his head slams into the stone, and he struggles for a moment to get on his feet.
The whirring sounds much, much farther away from where he's landed. ]
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[ At least he can be semi-certain this isn't his own creation that they're trapped in...
They keep walking without direction, Kahlil leaving one hand on the wall as they move. A weariness is creeping on him. His sleep was fitful the night before, his dreams strange and unfamiliar: the moth, the teacup, and the hand mirror. He hasn't thought about it much since he first awoke hours ago. A mildly disconcerting dream seems a silly thing to bring up now, with how precarious their current situation is -
Suddenly Claude's voice interrupts his thoughts, and then the odd whirring, a noise he can't place. ]
- the what? [ He's moving as he's whispering, trying to follow Claude's command, and out of nowhere something slams into his back, sending him skidding on his side down the hall past Claude. His vision is all black night and stars as his head slams into the stone, and he struggles for a moment to get on his feet.
The whirring sounds much, much farther away from where he's landed. ]