Pseok landed in front of Dave and for a few seconds examined him carefully. Everything sbout him seemed strange. THat he seemed to know so much about them all, certainly, but also, there was something about him that actually made you imagine that this guy came from another world. And the writing? More than he could take in. How could there be someone controlling his actions and thoughts, right now? Was there someone making him think this?
He glanced over his 'shoulder' as if he expected someone to be sitting there. He shook himself. This was rediculous, nothing, no one could do something like that. They could write his story bu they could never control the path it took. He turned back to Dave.
Pseok: "It's about... Roland... I mean, you know what happened to him? You... Can you.... Is he really, gone? I mean.... just gone?"
This was difficult. What could this kid really know? How would he know? this was still more than he could manage to understand.
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