[Maybe he should. Lucretia did say that he might want to consider heading back to the cart as back-up after finishing with the papers, after all.
As for the papers themselves: they're all blank now, as if nothing was ever written on them, and he's left with the uncomfortable feeling that something here is watching him.
On that last sift through the papers, however, he'll find himself unable to stand up or move at all. His dominant hand moves back toward the pen and picks it up again, and perhaps it feels a bit bizarre and out-of-body to watch from his perspective. He can still feel everything, after all; he simply has no say in what his arm is currently doing. His hand begins to write seemingly of its own accord, moving across multiple sheets of paper. In handwriting that isn't his own, the scrawl reads:
Do you ever wonder why death follows you?
...Though after that, almost as soon as it started, he'll be able to wrest control of his arm back and stand once more.]
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As for the papers themselves: they're all blank now, as if nothing was ever written on them, and he's left with the uncomfortable feeling that something here is watching him.
On that last sift through the papers, however, he'll find himself unable to stand up or move at all. His dominant hand moves back toward the pen and picks it up again, and perhaps it feels a bit bizarre and out-of-body to watch from his perspective. He can still feel everything, after all; he simply has no say in what his arm is currently doing. His hand begins to write seemingly of its own accord, moving across multiple sheets of paper. In handwriting that isn't his own, the scrawl reads:
Do you ever wonder why death follows you?
...Though after that, almost as soon as it started, he'll be able to wrest control of his arm back and stand once more.]