[Kim walking in front of him might not see the confusion or the way Jon squints at the floor when he sees the orange blob going down. But he may hear the way his foot missteps and nearly misses the top first step. As well as the barely contained yelp before Jon is able to school it back. He grips onto the railing and starts taking the steps a bit more carefully now that he knows they're there. The Eye leaves him, and he's worse off than he was before. Isn't that just the way?
It's almost enough to distract him from what's being said. 'Cursed', 'unknown source' yada yada. Fairly standard fare. But the mention of 'nightmares made manifest' and strange creatures has his muscles seize up, blood running like ice suddenly. Jon grips the railing hard enough his knuckles whiten as he stares at the back of that bright colorful blob of (he hopes) a person in front of him. His eyes are wide and lips pressed to a thin, hard line.
Does he know? He can't know, not unless he's a great liar. But that means it happened, doesn't it? The Entities got here before him, just barely. And he wasn't here to stop or contain them. How many are there? How many were affected, how many are still affected? How many were injured?
This is his fault. He should have kept a closer eye on the lighter, he should have kept them contained.]
How- [His voice cracks nervously as he steps down the last step of the stairs, eyes focused on the man in front of him.] How was it dealt with?
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It's almost enough to distract him from what's being said. 'Cursed', 'unknown source' yada yada. Fairly standard fare. But the mention of 'nightmares made manifest' and strange creatures has his muscles seize up, blood running like ice suddenly. Jon grips the railing hard enough his knuckles whiten as he stares at the back of that bright colorful blob of (he hopes) a person in front of him. His eyes are wide and lips pressed to a thin, hard line.
Does he know? He can't know, not unless he's a great liar. But that means it happened, doesn't it? The Entities got here before him, just barely. And he wasn't here to stop or contain them. How many are there? How many were affected, how many are still affected? How many were injured?
This is his fault. He should have kept a closer eye on the lighter, he should have kept them contained.]
How- [His voice cracks nervously as he steps down the last step of the stairs, eyes focused on the man in front of him.] How was it dealt with?