[Koro bristles for a second, before the voice registers. His head ducks, ears flattening.]
A building. He returned for us... and...
[The former BP jerks as he's touched, as if trying to pull away, and failing. Safe to say there are broken bones under the pale skin. An arm, a rib or two, at least.]
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A building. He returned for us... and...
[The former BP jerks as he's touched, as if trying to pull away, and failing. Safe to say there are broken bones under the pale skin. An arm, a rib or two, at least.]