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[howdull]

It won't help me as much as viewing the creature itself, but it will give me more insight into how they may have died.

[warriorscribe]

[He's silent for a long time, trying to type it all up at once and failing. He's probably completed several other conversations by now, in fact.

But Enoch wants to help. This person seems calm, rational, logical. If there are puzzle pieces to be found, he would be one of the sorts of people to find them, even if he can't see it.

And yet...he can't bring himself to do it.]

Are you absolutely certain it will be of use? It's so painful to think of, it's hard to describe.

[howdull]

It happened weeks ago, didn't it? Pull yourself together.

[Wait. No.

This is sentiment, that's why he's still upset even weeks after the fact.]

Obviously I mean there there, take your time. But yes, I'm certain, so get on with it.

[warriorscribe]

Well, you're trying. Thank you for that. I should tell you that still came across as incredibly callous.

[The things people will put up with when their only close friend for so long is empathy-deficient... Honestly, he probably would have just made him mad if he'd been anyone else. But no, Lucifel might have done something similar, himself.

...Oh, it's so hard to think of him. He just can't do it. He'll type a description and be so overcome he can't send it.

He realizes he'll have to commit parts of the description to the network before his pain gets the better of him. Type and submit, get it out there before he can take it back.

Sherlock gets a series of short, clipped messages.]

I can't do it all at once. It hurts too much to think of.

There was a hole in his chest

It didn't bleed

Sometimes it was filled with distortion

His eyes were, too

But sometimes they bled instead

His spine was broken

His top half was weighed down

By his head and wings

Also broken, his wings

You could see the bone at the ends

I'm sorry

I can't go on yet

[howdull]

[He is unusually patient as the messages come through, waiting until he has all the information that is forthcoming before he bothers to reply again.]

Thank you.

[At least he can be kind enough to offer gratitude.]

If its spine was broken, how did it pursue you?

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch needs to take a moment to gather himself after all of that, so Sherlock will have to exercise patience a bit longer before he gets a reply. Or, series of replies, as it may be. These are punctuated at the end - maybe he's switched to voice to text?]

On his legs.

I know he shouldn't have been able.

But he was.

[howdull]

[He can assume at least part of this description is the mind playing tricks due to shock and terror, but it's still interesting.]

I suppose it would be too much to hope for that you captured video?

[warriorscribe]

I didn't record it at all, no. I'm sorry.

[A brief pause, and then the followup:]

Was this any help?

[howdull]

I suppose it wasn't totally worthless.

[And all available information gathered, Sherlock just hangs up.]