Where the Heart Is

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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