uh oh.

Ísja attempts to pull away from the cultists trying to get him to stand up.
ÍSJA: I SAID STOP!!!
Two cultists approach him from the left and right respectively and grab hold of his arms, which are still tied behind him.
ÍSJA: nonononononononononono
Num looks over his shoulder, terrified.
NUM: WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN? WE'RE NOT MAKING THIS UP!
Cultist 1 puts a hand on her head and sighs.
CULTIST 1: You're making this so much harder than it has to be. You're literally going together.
Ísja looks up at one of the cultists grabbing his arms.
ÍSJA: But–
CULTIST 1: No buts. You're going to stand up now.
The cultists start pulling Ísja up. He maintains contact with Num via his feet.
NUM: Just listen! If you separate us, I'll–
The cultists continue pulling Ísja up and drag him away from Num.
ÍSJA: WAIIIIIIIT!!!
Num winces.
NUM (WEAKLY): I'll... COUGH... Hrrk...
Ísja watches fearfully as Num falls forward in his chair, eyes vacant and mouth agape.
ÍSJA: NUM!
uh oh.
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