[ Pulled back from the edge but only physically. Mentally, Fandaniel is still reeling from hearing her laughing just ahead of him, playing hide-and-seek, just like they used to. He turns on Owen, not quite registering who it is that's saved him right off the bat. An arm is raised, prepared to strike him, but then he stops.
Recognition at the last moment sparks across his face and the anger drains. It's Owen, only Owen, it's... ]
I suppose... no. No, it isn't.
[ The arm lowers, falling limply back to his side, and then he lets out a laugh. It's bitter, miserable, lacking any of the amused clown energy he often carries about with him. ]
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Recognition at the last moment sparks across his face and the anger drains. It's Owen, only Owen, it's... ]
I suppose... no. No, it isn't.
[ The arm lowers, falling limply back to his side, and then he lets out a laugh. It's bitter, miserable, lacking any of the amused clown energy he often carries about with him. ]
Sorry about that. I seem to have lost my way.