[Usually, Owen wouldn't care about watching someone fall to their doom, chasing something they know isn't there, but - well, Fandaniel isn't nearly as much a stranger as some, even if Owen still knows very little about him.
(It's easier to not know, after all, and simply be acquainted strangers, but this is not the time for that.)
Maybe it's the distress in his voice that melts Owen's icy heart, but he finds himself reaching out and grabbing the back of Fandaniel's robes, knowing that the drop will kill him.]
This isn't the time to not be paying attention to where you're going, either.
[Even if he'll just come back, would it be worth it to die to something that isn't even real? Or so he assumes. He's not immune to the whispers in the wind, but most of what he hears means so little to him it's easy to ignore in the moment.]
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(It's easier to not know, after all, and simply be acquainted strangers, but this is not the time for that.)
Maybe it's the distress in his voice that melts Owen's icy heart, but he finds himself reaching out and grabbing the back of Fandaniel's robes, knowing that the drop will kill him.]
This isn't the time to not be paying attention to where you're going, either.
[Even if he'll just come back, would it be worth it to die to something that isn't even real? Or so he assumes. He's not immune to the whispers in the wind, but most of what he hears means so little to him it's easy to ignore in the moment.]