(Lucretia has no problem with finding where her limit is. She feels a hooking sort of tug from somewhere behind her bellybutton and it jerks her to a flickering halt at the edge of the light. It's a pretty bad feeling. Egon doesn't seem to care, if he registers it at all: he strays into the darkness, and for a wild moment Lucretia almost reaches out to grab his arm, pull him back.
It seems wrong to go out there, that's all. She's not sure why.)
Oh- (She blinks, and he's gone. Or rather, he's new, something else entirely. She squints into the darkness, radiating a little glow in the dim.)
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It seems wrong to go out there, that's all. She's not sure why.)
Oh- (She blinks, and he's gone. Or rather, he's new, something else entirely. She squints into the darkness, radiating a little glow in the dim.)
Can... you speak like that? Can you hear me?