Oh… [The admission left his lips, soft and sad, as his pencil hovered above his notebook. They… might hear him, but they couldn’t talk? That really was sad… When he’s recovered enough to organize his thoughts, he’s writing again.]
I thought… maybe they were lost. That it might be important to help them. But… they get angry during the Crossing, right? [That was why Kel had been attacked, right? That the Wraiths were ‘missing’ something… and knew that their group somehow had it. It still didn’t make sense to Sunny.] I’m… not sure what else to do. I thought…
[But he couldn’t help. He never could. And now he would have to let Celehar know that they probably wouldn’t be able to change anything with the Wraiths.
Sunny wasn’t sure why that left a sour, heavy weight in his stomach. Like he had touched something he wasn’t supposed to and then found out the consequences later.]
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I thought… maybe they were lost. That it might be important to help them. But… they get angry during the Crossing, right? [That was why Kel had been attacked, right? That the Wraiths were ‘missing’ something… and knew that their group somehow had it. It still didn’t make sense to Sunny.] I’m… not sure what else to do. I thought…
[But he couldn’t help. He never could. And now he would have to let Celehar know that they probably wouldn’t be able to change anything with the Wraiths.
Sunny wasn’t sure why that left a sour, heavy weight in his stomach. Like he had touched something he wasn’t supposed to and then found out the consequences later.]