[The scent hits Robert as soon as he steps into the room, and the darkness makes it worse; makes him paranoid that the shadows he sees are really crusted wounds -
... No. Not the time to be afraid. He remembers what he has been taught and holds it in his mind like a lifeline.
He doesn't say anything yet, just steps towards Don; a specter in the murky shadows. There isn't enough light to see, but it somehow feels wrong to do anything to intrude on this darkness yet.
When he speaks, it's so quiet he's surprised he can even hear himself.]
Don...
[He needs your help, right now. Prioritize. Be rational. It all seems so difficult staring at what's happened to the Turtle in front of him.]
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... No. Not the time to be afraid. He remembers what he has been taught and holds it in his mind like a lifeline.
He doesn't say anything yet, just steps towards Don; a specter in the murky shadows. There isn't enough light to see, but it somehow feels wrong to do anything to intrude on this darkness yet.
When he speaks, it's so quiet he's surprised he can even hear himself.]
Don...
[He needs your help, right now. Prioritize. Be rational. It all seems so difficult staring at what's happened to the Turtle in front of him.]