[ He glides about two feet to one side as Royce drops down, but doesn't move away as the cloak curls around him. Having something near him makes him feel like he's something more than a hole in the world. It's not the same as a light, but he still likes it. Wherever the cloak touches feels slightly colder, and he'll occasionally hear the sounds of a broken clock, ticking poorly away. ]
No.
Someone must have taken all of them. Look with me?
[ He wants them. He wants them all. It would inevitably lead to a fight with the cloak, but he is so used to having help in finding the right people, after all. ]
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No.
Someone must have taken all of them. Look with me?
[ He wants them. He wants them all. It would inevitably lead to a fight with the cloak, but he is so used to having help in finding the right people, after all. ]