[Should Elliot touch his skin, it's oddly cold and clammy to the touch. There's a slight tremble underneath fingertips too, mostly from Crow trying to bide that pain that can only be described as the worst migraine he's ever had.
His eyes don't even register that Elliot's even nearby until his name is called. They cast up, their usual warm, relaxed red hue is now replaced with a cold hardness not unlike the ones of a cornered animal.]
Elliot? Elliot... [So Elliot was here too? Where's Thors?
No wait, no that's not right. Elliot's his friend from Recolle. Why did he think Thors?
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His eyes don't even register that Elliot's even nearby until his name is called. They cast up, their usual warm, relaxed red hue is now replaced with a cold hardness not unlike the ones of a cornered animal.]
Elliot? Elliot... [So Elliot was here too? Where's Thors?
No wait, no that's not right. Elliot's his friend from Recolle. Why did he think Thors?
Why did Recolle sound so unfamiliar...]
Where are we right now?
[That'll sort his head out, right?]