Lynna scowled but didn't pursue the issue. Instead, she turned to Justira and Faelar. "Are you two okay?"
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Gray was lost in the swirling mists. He needed to get out... or did he? He could stay here. There were others who deserved to die. Others who needed to be stopped. He could do it. He could make them stop!
No... no, he was not a vigalante! He could not do this. He needed to stop. One was enough. One was too many. He shouldn't have done it, but he needed to keep Pepper safe.
He pulled himself away from the shadows and staggered, falling to his knees. He hunched over, dry heaving. Slowly, he got his body under control, but he could not stop the violent shaking. Slowly, he lifted his head. Mathias' door was not far. He crawled, reaching out. He managed to knock on the ladder, then his arm gave out and he fell onto his side. It was too much. He hurt so bad! He was too tired. He curled into the fetal position and closed his eyes.