This isn’t over. I’ve just got to get out of here— What’s that? No, no. No. No. I don’t think so. I really, REALLY do not think so. You arien bastard! Lunare…. He’s gone. It’s stopped. Darkness. Sleep…
Dav. I don’t think there’s a bit of me that doesn’t hurt and the ground so hard. Can’t show it though. Just keep talking. Just keep talking. Why all these questions. My head hurts. What was that? Cheese? No. It’s probably poisoned. What if it turns me into a mage? Or a frog? Or a mage-frog? Wonder if I could crawl out beneath the door then. Focus… okay. I can see a little of him. His hair. His eyes. His speech.
Inane questions. He’s worse than Ari, I’ll die from his lectures before I starve.
Wait? What? He’s asking about Jei? Argh I don’t want to talk about him.
Okay. That wasn’t smart. He’s mad. But Dav, it was almost worth it. So, little Rubeus, you do lose control sometimes.