[ he repeats that word with a quiet... disbelief, and yet, it's disbelief in the existence of a place that could suck you into hell; not the fact that Husk was remarking on its existence at all. Whatever the man had experienced was real--he could tell that, just by looking at him. The cat-like man was dour on the best of days, but the way he seemed now, he seemed exhausted. Drained. It was different. ]
Was there a reason for everyone 'losing their shit'?
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[ he repeats that word with a quiet... disbelief, and yet, it's disbelief in the existence of a place that could suck you into hell; not the fact that Husk was remarking on its existence at all. Whatever the man had experienced was real--he could tell that, just by looking at him.
The cat-like man was dour on the best of days, but the way he seemed now, he seemed exhausted. Drained. It was different. ]
Was there a reason for everyone 'losing their shit'?