[ Jayce's gaze flits somewhere over her shoulder, the closest of the shadows some meters away. A pair of them, mid-step and mid-conversation when whatever happened... happened. He pulls in a breath and shakes his head. ]
There's not much I can tell you. Sorry. [ His mouth twists. ] I've been trying to avoid them. The best I can hope is that they're merely... impressions.
[ Something left behind. By his tone, he doesn't seem to particularly believe that to be true. ]
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There's not much I can tell you. Sorry. [ His mouth twists. ] I've been trying to avoid them. The best I can hope is that they're merely... impressions.
[ Something left behind. By his tone, he doesn't seem to particularly believe that to be true. ]