[ Normally he'd recoil at the touch, but given the scene...he lays his hand over the queen's and nods. Right. He picks up the pace, trailing just a little behind him.]
Faster. It's getting closer.
[ What 'it' is, he doesn't know, but he can feel it in the hairs prickling on his arms. ]
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[ Normally he'd recoil at the touch, but given the scene...he lays his hand over the queen's and nods. Right. He picks up the pace, trailing just a little behind him.]
Faster. It's getting closer.
[ What 'it' is, he doesn't know, but he can feel it in the hairs prickling on his arms. ]