He's so wrapped up in his own thoughts as he ascends that he may not have noticed if it'd been a little. But it's a lot. Isn't it just a lot.
Lemm's hands instinctively tuck up against his front, loath to touch anything. It takes him a moment to register what this is, what it must be, because there's so much of it and it doesn't resemble the little wanderer as he's known them... but now that he's seen the shadows before there really is only one logical route.
It's a very good distraction from what he was previously thinking about, because now he's wondering: did something happen? From his perspective, this could very well be a disaster. Did something tear them into this mess? Surely not. Lemm can't imagine anything that could. Surely this was deliberate. Then why here? Is it blood, technically? No, no, it's like the little shade, that would have implications, it's just... that, but bigger. More. Is this all of it? He's even starting to doubt that. And they'd looked so small.
"Oh, you're a fool," he breathes to himself very quietly (but very scathingly). Dirtmouth is forgotten. He'll be looking for the source of all this, instead, despite his immense misgivings that doing so is not an idea steeped in self-preservation. "You're a fool or you're mad. If you get yourself killed it's your own fault. Shouldn't have shortchanged them, you dig your own silly holes."
Lemm is careful where he puts his feet. It's easy to see where the shade is spilling from, and while he doesn't fancy hopping around on old cargo lifts he does know a service route up there.
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Date: 2022-11-10 03:14 pm (UTC)Lemm's hands instinctively tuck up against his front, loath to touch anything. It takes him a moment to register what this is, what it must be, because there's so much of it and it doesn't resemble the little wanderer as he's known them... but now that he's seen the shadows before there really is only one logical route.
It's a very good distraction from what he was previously thinking about, because now he's wondering: did something happen? From his perspective, this could very well be a disaster. Did something tear them into this mess? Surely not. Lemm can't imagine anything that could. Surely this was deliberate. Then why here? Is it blood, technically? No, no, it's like the little shade, that would have implications, it's just... that, but bigger. More. Is this all of it? He's even starting to doubt that. And they'd looked so small.
"Oh, you're a fool," he breathes to himself very quietly (but very scathingly). Dirtmouth is forgotten. He'll be looking for the source of all this, instead, despite his immense misgivings that doing so is not an idea steeped in self-preservation. "You're a fool or you're mad. If you get yourself killed it's your own fault. Shouldn't have shortchanged them, you dig your own silly holes."
Lemm is careful where he puts his feet. It's easy to see where the shade is spilling from, and while he doesn't fancy hopping around on old cargo lifts he does know a service route up there.