[ Zane, in turn, slips in and is alarmingly well behaved as he's genuinely attempting to warm Alan up. He manages to zip the sleeping bag tightly, reasoning that by the time the small fire dims the clothes will be dry and Alan can go on his merry way, re-writing reality and leaving Zane slumped over in room 655, bound and ready to rise with a head filled with words and soliloquies.
(Zane's hardly dead. Zane has tricks. Zane has art.)
A hand curls over Alan, pulling him closer, voice low and soft and startlingly calm. He asks the question both he and Scratch have. ]
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(Zane's hardly dead. Zane has tricks. Zane has art.)
A hand curls over Alan, pulling him closer, voice low and soft and startlingly calm. He asks the question both he and Scratch have. ]
What did you do to bring us here?