[Ah, but fussing is his job-- Oh, Goddess, it's this feeling again.]
[He'd felt it in the air when the hole had first opened, but it almost seems stronger now that the imminent danger is gone; it gives him time to focus on the smell of negative energy, like stasis but not. It's thick against his bones, the feeling of sin weighing on him, the knowledge that this place may well be his death-bed.]
[Really, what in the hell are they keeping back there?]
[He turns to England and lowers his voice to a hushed whisper, almost as if the ghosts might hear:] Perhaps we ought to get out of here, and check again later.
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[He'd felt it in the air when the hole had first opened, but it almost seems stronger now that the imminent danger is gone; it gives him time to focus on the smell of negative energy, like stasis but not. It's thick against his bones, the feeling of sin weighing on him, the knowledge that this place may well be his death-bed.]
[Really, what in the hell are they keeping back there?]
[He turns to England and lowers his voice to a hushed whisper, almost as if the ghosts might hear:] Perhaps we ought to get out of here, and check again later.