He is still holding the blade of the glaive. His hands are still sticky from spider web. He is staring down at something that they are most assuredly not gluing back together.
He is looking back up at Gray, just as freaked out as she is. ]
Fuck. [ A beat. ] Fuuuuck. Okay, um, we...
[ They what? If they touch it again it might break even further apart. Amos stares back down at the wing, shattered beyond repair. Back up at Gray, again. ]
... Help me get this off of me. [ The web is. So sticky. ] Maybe if we keep it balled up like this... we keep all of it together here... maybe that'll count?
[ Or is nobody winning an Oracle now?? Why would the Effigy do this???? ]
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He is still holding the blade of the glaive. His hands are still sticky from spider web. He is staring down at something that they are most assuredly not gluing back together.
He is looking back up at Gray, just as freaked out as she is. ]
Fuck. [ A beat. ] Fuuuuck. Okay, um, we...
[ They what? If they touch it again it might break even further apart. Amos stares back down at the wing, shattered beyond repair. Back up at Gray, again. ]
... Help me get this off of me. [ The web is. So sticky. ] Maybe if we keep it balled up like this... we keep all of it together here... maybe that'll count?
[ Or is nobody winning an Oracle now?? Why would the Effigy do this???? ]