[ What does that mean, what is going on, what is Solomon doing?! Bruno has no breath left in his lungs for asking these questions. He can barely gasp in a ragged, rattling breath when Solomon bids him to. Between the memory forcing his hand and the sorcerer pressed close behind him guiding him through what's being demanded of him, there isn't a lot of room left for him to resist.
If this will get them out of here sooner, if... if... oh, god, he hopes that if is correct. He can't take much more of this. The pleading, that desperation, he's felt these same feelings before, when a younger Bruno would beg not to have to deliver bad news, running away and hiding and praying for the Miracle to take his gift back.
Even with the threat of death lingering on the edge of his mind, he goes forward with the instinct pressed upon him. Make a circle. Make a circle. He reaches out and shakily begins drawing a circle on the ground, stumbling through it with only Solomon's memory and the sorcerer himself to help him. ]
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If this will get them out of here sooner, if... if... oh, god, he hopes that if is correct. He can't take much more of this. The pleading, that desperation, he's felt these same feelings before, when a younger Bruno would beg not to have to deliver bad news, running away and hiding and praying for the Miracle to take his gift back.
Even with the threat of death lingering on the edge of his mind, he goes forward with the instinct pressed upon him. Make a circle. Make a circle. He reaches out and shakily begins drawing a circle on the ground, stumbling through it with only Solomon's memory and the sorcerer himself to help him. ]