[ One second, he hears Maya. The next, she's in front of him, and the hand grabbing his arm isn't one of the charred, indistinguishable silhouettes or the facsimiles of his friends. For a moment, Alex can't place her, so lost in the illusion. Like Faerun wasn't there, didn't exist.
But it does. And so do the people he's met here. ]
Maya...? What...? [ His legs tremble. ] But- but, I--
What's this, Browning?! Getting someone else to fight your battles? [ Carter booms as he stumbles forward, he and Terry leaning against each other in a horrible amalgam of broken limbs and bloody smears. ] Dragging someone else into your fucking mess?
[ Alex winces. It's true. That's all he's doing. He tries to pull his arm from Maya, despite being weak and tired. ]
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But it does. And so do the people he's met here. ]
Maya...? What...? [ His legs tremble. ] But- but, I--
What's this, Browning?! Getting someone else to fight your battles? [ Carter booms as he stumbles forward, he and Terry leaning against each other in a horrible amalgam of broken limbs and bloody smears. ] Dragging someone else into your fucking mess?
[ Alex winces. It's true. That's all he's doing. He tries to pull his arm from Maya, despite being weak and tired. ]
M- Maya, get outta here- come on.