The hand on his shoulder settled Anthony back down into graveness. On its removal he picked back up.
"I don't know if how -- strange - this is will stay secret with them... I know -- it'll get worse."
Not "know", of course - but anticipated. First the statue in the Dead District had sparked that burn of yellow light that had driven him shaking to the ground - and then the statue at the gallery. Without any visible exception, there were patterns, and they, for everyone, held.
He stuck himself on that thought for a while to stay off of Bakura's second question. " -- I haven't been far away from the clinic," he said, in a resigned move to press against the wall from the full and, as of a certain apparent discovery by Dr. Strider, shamefully bastionless answer - with a minute anticipation for the knock on the head, simultaneously.
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The hand on his shoulder settled Anthony back down into graveness. On its removal he picked back up.
"I don't know if how -- strange - this is will stay secret with them... I know -- it'll get worse."
Not "know", of course - but anticipated. First the statue in the Dead District had sparked that burn of yellow light that had driven him shaking to the ground - and then the statue at the gallery. Without any visible exception, there were patterns, and they, for everyone, held.
He stuck himself on that thought for a while to stay off of Bakura's second question. " -- I haven't been far away from the clinic," he said, in a resigned move to press against the wall from the full and, as of a certain apparent discovery by Dr. Strider, shamefully bastionless answer - with a minute anticipation for the knock on the head, simultaneously.