[Oh, Scott. Ever helpful, even though the conflict within him is clear. The shade clenches his jaw and prepares to remain silent—and it's not in vain. He falls against the blast, not at all attempting to stay upright even though the only thing truly moving him is his own pain and the weakness of his will.
The hunched, stiff form of the cloud low to the ground has partly burned away under the beam, its dissolved edges glowing brightly. But there's no man underneath it—only the nothingness of the wish, absent of the suffering human that brought it into being.]
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The hunched, stiff form of the cloud low to the ground has partly burned away under the beam, its dissolved edges glowing brightly. But there's no man underneath it—only the nothingness of the wish, absent of the suffering human that brought it into being.]