[ Magnus kind of stares for a moment, the almost condescending tone not exactly flying over his head, but he sees the look on Kravitz's face. It all sounds like an eternity of loneliness, and, honestly, it sounds like it sucks ass.]
Yeah, but--
[ When they first met. When was that, anyway? It feels like an eternity ago. Years, right? But how many?
Something feels weird. Like vague sounds of something in the walls you can't quite identify, a creature behind a trap door failing to keep silent. It's a feeling in the back of his head. A feeling of...something that isn't.
The feeling itself is strangely familiar, but he can't quite identify that either.
From Kravitz's perspective, it probably looks like Magnus interjected, stopped himself, then just stood there staring blankly for a couple of seconds too long. There's just...there's something he can't quite-- there's....something.]
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Yeah, but--
[ When they first met. When was that, anyway? It feels like an eternity ago. Years, right? But how many?
Something feels weird. Like vague sounds of something in the walls you can't quite identify, a creature behind a trap door failing to keep silent. It's a feeling in the back of his head. A feeling of...something that isn't.
The feeling itself is strangely familiar, but he can't quite identify that either.
From Kravitz's perspective, it probably looks like Magnus interjected, stopped himself, then just stood there staring blankly for a couple of seconds too long. There's just...there's something he can't quite-- there's....something.]