[ Direct, to the point. The notion of berries is set aside for now, mentally boxed away the same way the satchels are as Emmet moves forward too, coming up to Ingo's side. One of them hearing something the other can'tâ they know the probable answer for that. Should. It's just a matter of which of them is the one who's wrong.
Or maybe even both. Ingo, lured away by a false promise of safety in the mist; Emmet, blind and deaf to a very real threat that might be lurking just out of sight. These both can be true.
(But Ingo should know better. Even Emmet's own illusions unsettle him. Why is this different? What is he seeing?) ]
What...â?
[ The question catches. The words are sticking. ]
In-go. [ He forces out anyway. ] Ingo. You need to explain what it is you are hearing. Or seeing. What is a good sign? Where are you going?
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[ Direct, to the point. The notion of berries is set aside for now, mentally boxed away the same way the satchels are as Emmet moves forward too, coming up to Ingo's side. One of them hearing something the other can'tâ they know the probable answer for that. Should. It's just a matter of which of them is the one who's wrong.
Or maybe even both. Ingo, lured away by a false promise of safety in the mist; Emmet, blind and deaf to a very real threat that might be lurking just out of sight. These both can be true.
(But Ingo should know better. Even Emmet's own illusions unsettle him. Why is this different? What is he seeing?) ]
What...â?
[ The question catches. The words are sticking. ]
In-go. [ He forces out anyway. ] Ingo. You need to explain what it is you are hearing. Or seeing. What is a good sign? Where are you going?