[ He doesn't seem to register her presence, with his body still turned towards the lake and his eyes still shut tight. In his head he's not even in the City or anywhere he thinks he's seen before, but he hates it. There's only a deep feeling of foreboding and fear that he can't shake. His fingers pull at the grass a little as he murmurs something like: ] You have to stop...
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Date: 2011-08-15 07:29 pm (UTC)