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Finley was spiraling [i[fast[/i].

It was that smile, that awful awful smile. Something about it was so uncanny and yet so familiar. What if they smiled like that? The scene in front of them continued to dissolve with screaming and crying and bright orange tendrils, and yet Finley felt like they couldn't hear any of it. The blood rushing past their ears sounded more like a high pitched whine. Their vision continued to darken, tunneling, Finley unable to take a breath. 

Slowly, muddled at first but gaining clarity, a voice filled their buzzing ears. 

[Quote=Stacey]"You're freaking out. I get it, but now's not the time. You learn you can only have panic attacks in this place when there isn't something that's about to kill you."[/quote]

What was left of their awareness caught what the young boy with the guitar said to them. But all they could do was nod, still unable to look away. Buried under their fear and anxiety was anger. Anger that their feelings had taken control of their body. It was...agony. Why did human forms feel such...strong emotions. 

Finley barely acknowledged when their arm was taken, being lead away from the scene by the young boy. It was only then, when they had physically been turned away from what was happening, was Finley about to exhale a shaky breath, thankful that he was helping them. Slowly Finley regained their awareness, the girl with the beanie...Isla? She was helping Trent. Finley frowned, he looked really roughed up. 

After a few paces Finley was able to support their own weight more and more, but still kept their arm around Stacey. As much as physical contact was...strange, they felt if they tried to walk on their own they would drift away. They needed the tether right now. 

Even as the small group left the scene Finley could hear the screaming and crying. 

The mourning. It made them feel dizzy. 

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As the two groups...regrouped Finley remained very quiet. No longer stiff or hyperventilating, just quiet with their eyes locked on the pavement below their feet. Finley had nodded to the boy with the guitar, and mouthed a silent [i]thank you[/i], but wandered away from him slightly, mostly to stand near Trent. He looked...really bad. This place...had to have a hospital...right?

The other survivors reunited, hugging and crying. Finley stood frozen, eyes averted, feeling guilt they knew was unearned. ANd yet they still felt it.

[quote=Odessa]"... When Caelea was killed, the Hound didn't show up."[/quote]

Finley blinked, confused. They hadn't exactly been handed a guidebook on the extra normal when...everything started happening. And they were starting to feel more and more lost. Finley, without looking up, spoke with their soft and wavering voice.

[color=LightSteelBlue]"W...who's th...the Hound?"[/color]