IC Contact - Exit Void

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action; week 18, day 2 / late evening

[desequilibre]

[ The light is setting outside, Athos can see the way it sinks down in the sky casting an eerie light over the tops of the roof. He watches it through the dusty window for a minute before turning to his companion. It settles his nerves more than he should allow, really. To know that he is not alone in this strange new land, to have d'Artagnan here and at his side, it makes it easier. It gives him something to fight for. He's already sworn to himself that he'll get him back to Paris. That or die trying, and Musketeers don't die easily.

( Athos less so, when he has a reason not to. ) ]

I think it's safe to say that we've reached the pinnacle of strange situations. [ His voice is dry, mouth a line but there's no cruelness in it. His posture is almost easy when he crosses his arms over his chest, angling his chin to stare at d'Artagnan none too subtly. ] Are you all right?