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[bit_impossible]

[night has fallen once again on Eos, and one man who has spent far too much time listening to voices in the dark depths of the forest has finally emerged from the tree-line. amazingly, he looks slightly more put together than he has in past days. his tie is straight, tightened snugly in place, and his shirt tails are tucked neatly into his suit

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[bit_impossible]

[he feels better now that he managed to take care of two dangers in one go. ollie can't hurt anyone else and he can't hurt himself. before he moves away from his sleeping friend, he wraps his arms around, pulling him into an awkward hug, though this is difficult to do with the other party tied to a tree.

but as he steps away from ollie, his eyes glancing over the bruises on his throat, a terrible pang of guilt falls even further into the pit of his stomach. for the moment, while he's still relatively lucid--he can hear those voices starting in on him again--he grabs oliver's sphere and fiddles with it.

and leaves a recording. he won't be back to check on him, not for the rest of the night, but hopefully someone will.

and he hopes ollie will understand.]