[ * That is a real shame. The disturbed green mass releases more and more butterflies that collect around his skull, them beginning to reform his skeleton from the neck down. A larger butterfly that doesn’t quite look like the rest takes flight, going right out the door and into open void. ]
[ * As for the remains of Pathos, that bone club is headed directly for that injured jaw, moreso to get attention than to hurt this time. What is he trying to get out of this, exactly? ]
📝 [Gross….. Hope that butterfly is good at navigating, though. There isn’t any doors down here – not any that lead out. The only door that could is up the stairs – providing he didn’t close it when he came in, at least.]
📝 [But! The movement catches his eye and he swings around, claws and wings outstretched. He tries to grab that club firmly in his mouth, clawing away at the hands holding it. It’s tender!!! Blease no touching.]
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