[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[Probably a good thing you went with the chemicals too. This Ariel is very dangerous, fully powered, in the form of himself as he was when he died, middle-aged but very fit, and he could probably snuff a bit of fire. Not so much when he can't see or breathe for the fumes and all that other fun stuff so you pull it off. Another room torched.]
[He's kind of staring at the door. Yeah that had associations with the part of this bit that relates to war trauma, burning and screaming. You may have those flickers of eleven-year-old again. But he is also way out of it so he just slowly looks up at Sion and nods numbly.]
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Should we keep going?
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[He kneels and tugs him into a hug, shh, it's okay. Let me pick you up and we'll go out the door you said was a new area.]
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