[ Emmet is, a strange sort of disproportionate lassitude that doesn't completely seem appropriate for what they did go through clinging to him (or maybe the adrenaline crash is just that tiring, after the sustained heightened alert from the fog?), but that's really neither here nor there right now. He blinks a little at Ingo, wrong-footed, unsure. ]
It is not a matter of have to.
[ He ... just thought Ingo wouldn't want to be alone after that? ]
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It is not a matter of have to.
[ He ... just thought Ingo wouldn't want to be alone after that? ]
Do you want me to go?