[Clear indication that all is not as it seems: Prior stumbles at the shove but doesn't go down. He rarely dreams himself sick. Here his legs function and his lungs fill as they should, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts - except whatever that creature's doing to the old man on the floor.
Prior glances across as a shadowy figure of some kind of military superior emerges from nothing and starts running his mouth.
Hm.]
If you could get out of here, you'd already be gone. [Said softly, seriously - and as Prior's marking the exits, wondering what he can do to change that.]
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Prior glances across as a shadowy figure of some kind of military superior emerges from nothing and starts running his mouth.
Hm.]
If you could get out of here, you'd already be gone. [Said softly, seriously - and as Prior's marking the exits, wondering what he can do to change that.]
You're stuck somewhere. Where is it?