Alistair's found a convenient stretch of wall to lean against, arms folded tight against his chest. He stares fixedly at his feet, his breathing not entirely steady.
I need to not be here. It's all he can think. If he lets himself think anything else --
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I need to not be here. It's all he can think. If he lets himself think anything else --
Well. Best just to make sure that doesn't happen.