[Molly makes a surprised sound as all 145-pounds-soaking-wet of him is lifted off the ground as easily as a sack of potatoes and thrown over Iskander's shoulder. The physical contact, again, calms him, and it's then in all his cleverness he realizes what's happening.
He realizes it before he feels a different, oppressive emptiness, and the strange thing is it's one that Molly, himself, doesn't fear normally, but he feels like he's staring into eternity and eternity is looking back and saying there really isn't anything beyond this and you know it. He's always been content with that knowledge, but something about it now sends an unpleasant shudder down his spine.]
No argument here. [Molly's voice is tiny and far away, and very, very tired all of a sudden... For a number of reasons. Months of holding onto his secrets undone with nothing but fog. It only took weeks for one tabaxi to undo it all, but at least she was polite about it.]
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He realizes it before he feels a different, oppressive emptiness, and the strange thing is it's one that Molly, himself, doesn't fear normally, but he feels like he's staring into eternity and eternity is looking back and saying there really isn't anything beyond this and you know it. He's always been content with that knowledge, but something about it now sends an unpleasant shudder down his spine.]
No argument here. [Molly's voice is tiny and far away, and very, very tired all of a sudden... For a number of reasons. Months of holding onto his secrets undone with nothing but fog. It only took weeks for one tabaxi to undo it all, but at least she was polite about it.]