[It takes all his strength not to completely collapse right there, already trembling and barely able to remain standing on his own two legs. A deep breath and he manages to calm some, though he's gone rather pale and ashen in the last few seconds, skin feeling clammy and a twist working in his nerve-wracked stomach.]
I-it's empty. There's no one there. But... it's better than nothing... I... I'll come with you...
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I-it's empty. There's no one there. But... it's better than nothing... I... I'll come with you...