[D-Don't do that, he'll feel awful about upsetting a poor, sick child. ;; Dist's face is quick and purposeful, and he's half jogging to get there. Perfect. That should put her just south from him. He was hoping, at least.]
Excellent, I should be there soon. [And he pockets his journal, picking up his pace even more. He doesn't count the minutes, just keeps going and--was that her? He could see someone on the bridge. Calling out--] Nephry?!
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Excellent, I should be there soon. [And he pockets his journal, picking up his pace even more. He doesn't count the minutes, just keeps going and--was that her? He could see someone on the bridge. Calling out--] Nephry?!