my lungs are full of dust, that's why.

i'm—sorry? i thought my confusion was more obvious than my irritation. which is not aimed at you, by the way.

i didn't sneeze.

coughs up dust.

hmph.

pfft... no.

mind won't let me get there just yet.

i need sleep.

ough. headache.

things had been very strange indeed to say the least. but qimir decided not to let it get to him. his nerves were frayed as they were, paranoia would only be paralyzing. " nothing laying low and being observant won't clear up. "

they both were grateful for that. which immediately lowered the danger level for qimir. " needn't be directed at us. so we should just not get involved. "

immediately, qimir halted – knowing better than to just dismiss any of imri's concerns – and looked inward. " — yeah. who is that–? "

𝐼 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑌𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺. 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮... 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇'𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬.

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