Mmmm? [Well that's typically what happens when someone is dying. They start getting really quiet after a while. You did the best you could, John, but he's not going to make it all the way down to the second floor in time to get his fluid switched, if that could even help. And with him still refusing to talk about just what it is that's bothering him...]
[The shadows continue to prowl the edges of the elevator box, gazes fixed on the two boys, smiles never faltering.]
[I thought I raised you better than this. I hope you're as disappointed in yourself as I am with you, John.]
[John's grip on his alternate self's shoulder tightens as he chokes a little, shuddering again while squeezing his eyes shut. As though this could possibly help shut that deep, familiar voice out.]
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[The shadows continue to prowl the edges of the elevator box, gazes fixed on the two boys, smiles never faltering.]
[I thought I raised you better than this. I hope you're as disappointed in yourself as I am with you, John.]
[John's grip on his alternate self's shoulder tightens as he chokes a little, shuddering again while squeezing his eyes shut. As though this could possibly help shut that deep, familiar voice out.]