[ Sinclair blinks and instinctively hugs Mithrun tightly. People might be looking. It doesn't matter. Almost everyone here knows he's a little emotional sometimes]
You wont. We'll make sure of it.
[ His words are a whisper, soft and trembling.
What happened to Mithrun? He's deeply afraid now. ]
no subject
You wont. We'll make sure of it.
[ His words are a whisper, soft and trembling.
What happened to Mithrun? He's deeply afraid now. ]
The fox and owl. I'll write it again for you.