[The mist comes together within a few seconds, gathering into a denser cloud until most of its edges are discernible enough as the man whose name Kurt has called, standing close with a hand on Kurt's shoulder. It's only the shape of him, though—he's clearly a living shadow, and his eyes glow in yellow, his pupils sharp slivers like a cat. Still, his expression seems sincere enough with its mild concern...]
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You've still been working hard, haven't you...?