[h3][color=8dc73f]Scott[/color][/h3]
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Scott blinked as Naji and Ash told him to pay no mind to his inaction. [color=8dc73f]"I... that's not the point. Something could have happened! Something-!"[/color] He cut himself off, grimacing as Naji gnawed on... whatever that was. His voice preceding his mind, the words slipped out, snapping at the other Pixie. [color=8dc73f]"That's kind of gross, you know that?"[/color]

He swiftly realised what he'd said, flushed a deep crimson, and fell back behind Colchain.

When Naji posed that they were all dying anyway, Scott was... dubious. He looked down at his hands. Well. Not quite his hands. Or something. They weren't quite the hands he had before, at least. He looked at the scales that covered Ash and Colchain, the light of Danny, and he could feel the gossamer wings folded against his back. He might possess a powerful imagination, but no amount of his own dreams could result in something like this. He had felt hunger and pain, thirst and fear... no, this wasn't something from his dying moments.

A scene flashed before his eyes as he recalled that he wouldn't really be capable of dying moments anyway. The familiar sting of tears were in his eyes, but he blinked them away before anyone could see. What would even happen if he was sent back home? Would he just... cease to exist? Would fate conspire to see that he would die again? He was trembling slightly. But then he took a deep breath and moved on from that. Not now. Put it aside for later. He slowly laid a light hand on the nearest object - Colchain - to steady himself. He could do this. Just keep going.

His attention returning to the others, he heard Naji talking about tavern meet-up cliches and making an insight check.

[color=8dc73f]"Naji..."[/color] he said with more caution than before. [color=8dc73f]"...You do know that this doesn't work like that, right?"[/color]