[ Hector looks on in near horror as he watches the data-blood spill from Fandaniel. Twinges of pain tug at his chest as he grits his teeth; seeing "Fandaniel" in this much pain isn't...something he wants to keep watching. But they have to do this. It's the only way to save him. ]
It's not the end. [ He doesn't know if the way he growls this, through clenched teeth, actually makes it to Fidchell—Fandaniel, but he doesn't care. It's not going to be the end for him, or them. Fandaniel will come back, and they can start looking to the future, and...
...
He needs to do his job. Rather than embarrass himself and waste an action like last time, he whips his hand into the air for LaRig Gaem, allowing the SP of everyone near him (sorry Owen) to regenerate over time. C'mon. They're so close to freeing him. ]
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It's not the end. [ He doesn't know if the way he growls this, through clenched teeth, actually makes it to Fidchell—Fandaniel, but he doesn't care. It's not going to be the end for him, or them. Fandaniel will come back, and they can start looking to the future, and...
...
He needs to do his job. Rather than embarrass himself and waste an action like last time, he whips his hand into the air for LaRig Gaem, allowing the SP of everyone near him (sorry Owen) to regenerate over time. C'mon. They're so close to freeing him. ]