[Wolfwood is...not doing a good job of breathing slowly. Every breath comes in a heavy pant, rapid and frantic, because he is admittedly having a hard time remembering his therapy in this moment. But can you blame him, truly? He just got crushed wholesale by a fucking boulder, he is going through it.
Eventually though, he catches his breath enough to look at Loop, his expression tight and guarded.]
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Eventually though, he catches his breath enough to look at Loop, his expression tight and guarded.]
Who are you? Where is this!?