[ That's the conclusion he came to, but having it confirmed makes him breathe out a frustrated sound. ]
Perfect. Just perfect.
[ He pinches at the bridge of his nose, trying to force himself back into a sense of calm, trying to swallow down that ugly, writhing thing that twists in his stomach. He's not thinking straight. His head is clouded.
His mood isn't helping, but he can't will it away any more easily than he could stop a snowstorm in winter. ]
Should we try a door or something? A different hallway?
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Perfect. Just perfect.
[ He pinches at the bridge of his nose, trying to force himself back into a sense of calm, trying to swallow down that ugly, writhing thing that twists in his stomach. He's not thinking straight. His head is clouded.
His mood isn't helping, but he can't will it away any more easily than he could stop a snowstorm in winter. ]
Should we try a door or something? A different hallway?