[ Cain hurries over; he seems oblivious to the continued torment going on behind them, easily able to tune it out. Or, at least pretending he is, for Alphinaud's sake. ]
Aha. That's certainly not meant to be here.
[ He picks up a nearby book and uses it to poke at the crack. There's a flicker of light and the book seems to almost be sucked right through, vanishing without a trace. Cain lets out a thoughtful hum.
And then— something reaches back through the crack towards them. A ghostly, skeletal hand.
A ghostly hand just like the ones that the child version of Alisaie is so gleefully describing to Alphinaud behind them. ]
That's... either a good sign or a very, very bad one.
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Aha. That's certainly not meant to be here.
[ He picks up a nearby book and uses it to poke at the crack. There's a flicker of light and the book seems to almost be sucked right through, vanishing without a trace. Cain lets out a thoughtful hum.
And then— something reaches back through the crack towards them. A ghostly, skeletal hand.
A ghostly hand just like the ones that the child version of Alisaie is so gleefully describing to Alphinaud behind them. ]
That's... either a good sign or a very, very bad one.