[His communications devolve away from words entirely, drifting into disjointed concepts and worries. He's trying to tell her where he is, but all he can summon up is vague concepts of 'Veneran streets' with no landmarks or meaningful descriptions. He's been walking, but in what direction? Towards the center, or towards the outskirts?
He doesn't know, and her offer to come to him only makes him more distraught. He wants her help but doesn't know how to get it, as the affliction gradually tears apart his ability to think critically. All that he knows is that he hurting and he's lost and he's sick, his body making it hard to keep going.]
Himeka...
[At a loss for anything else, he thinks her name again, as if doing so will bring her to him.]
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He doesn't know, and her offer to come to him only makes him more distraught. He wants her help but doesn't know how to get it, as the affliction gradually tears apart his ability to think critically. All that he knows is that he hurting and he's lost and he's sick, his body making it hard to keep going.]
Himeka...
[At a loss for anything else, he thinks her name again, as if doing so will bring her to him.]