[ Waver's usually the one shaking and crying, so this is a strange experience for him. The blood is making him a little weak in the knees, but one of them needs to take charge. He tries his best.
As the stranger points out a wall, he steps closer, peering at the space in front of him. He exhales slowly as he thinks he catches sight of those cracks, and he looks at the other — the real one, not the naked, bloodied one — and nods his head. ]
I think you're right. We have to make these cracks bigger! Come on!
[ He just has one problem though... he's already weak, but made even weaker with his queasiness, he's not sure how easy this wall will be to break. ]
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As the stranger points out a wall, he steps closer, peering at the space in front of him. He exhales slowly as he thinks he catches sight of those cracks, and he looks at the other — the real one, not the naked, bloodied one — and nods his head. ]
I think you're right. We have to make these cracks bigger! Come on!
[ He just has one problem though... he's already weak, but made even weaker with his queasiness, he's not sure how easy this wall will be to break. ]