A tilt of his head up when Phillip comes partly out of his nestling. Follows that with a soft nod. Go on...
His stance locks and freezes when Phillip does.
He was apparently something really bad. That thing which he turned into in March was a really bad something; he knew in that flash of a "memory" of looking right into some masklike white face on seeing it that the creature in said memory, at least, had also been something really bad.
"No, no, but -- hang on." It's unease that has that vibrating forwards, wedging into the space - then falls flat, muffled and softer again - "What do you mean, 'bad'? Like..." It picks up an edge again, in spite of himself, again out of a level of discomfort, this time at himself - he doesn't want Phillip to go back to or overthink this but it's got to be talked through, if remotely possible... "It was a monster. Or... was it something that it did?"
Something more specific than being a looming death beast, by all he knows!
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His stance locks and freezes when Phillip does.
He was apparently something really bad. That thing which he turned into in March was a really bad something; he knew in that flash of a "memory" of looking right into some masklike white face on seeing it that the creature in said memory, at least, had also been something really bad.
"No, no, but -- hang on." It's unease that has that vibrating forwards, wedging into the space - then falls flat, muffled and softer again - "What do you mean, 'bad'? Like..." It picks up an edge again, in spite of himself, again out of a level of discomfort, this time at himself - he doesn't want Phillip to go back to or overthink this but it's got to be talked through, if remotely possible... "It was a monster. Or... was it something that it did?"
Something more specific than being a looming death beast, by all he knows!