[After all this running and panting, taking the cold but wet air into his lungs, Vicious was already convinced this couldn't be Mars, much less Tharsis. Monstrous men, dark soil, bugs, fog, and now a city street with living, breathing greenery?
He doesn't have time to think about any of it too hard, though. He whips his head around toward the gate, reaching out for Spike preemptively to push him along again, but pauses when he realizes...
There is no one there. Nothing is following them.
Where... did the grave keeper go?]
What on earth...? He-- he was right behind us. You saw him too, right? It wasn't-- it wasn't just me.
[Please, he needs to make sure he's not gone completely off his rocker. It's been a rough several days, okay--]
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He doesn't have time to think about any of it too hard, though. He whips his head around toward the gate, reaching out for Spike preemptively to push him along again, but pauses when he realizes...
There is no one there. Nothing is following them.
Where... did the grave keeper go?]
What on earth...? He-- he was right behind us. You saw him too, right? It wasn't-- it wasn't just me.
[Please, he needs to make sure he's not gone completely off his rocker. It's been a rough several days, okay--]