[ The base instinct takes over, and he can't help it - the light gets brighter, and Royce whimpers and tries to close his eyes against it. It hurts. He doesn't want to look at it. His shape shudders and starts to fall apart again, dripping and evaporating and separating.
He slinks away, just a bit, and as Alfie starts to form again, Royce is a tiny puddle of shadowy wisps and sludge on the ground in front of him. ]
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He slinks away, just a bit, and as Alfie starts to form again, Royce is a tiny puddle of shadowy wisps and sludge on the ground in front of him. ]