[He closes his eyes, too. It's easy to take his cues from Polnareff. He feels less bristly like this, not necessarily sure-footed but as though the ground has become just a little more solid.]
[After a moment, he breathes out and nods, as if confirming his own statement.]
The next time the fog comes, that's when it will start. And it will hurt.
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[He closes his eyes, too. It's easy to take his cues from Polnareff. He feels less bristly like this, not necessarily sure-footed but as though the ground has become just a little more solid.]
[After a moment, he breathes out and nods, as if confirming his own statement.]
The next time the fog comes, that's when it will start. And it will hurt.
I won't leave your side.