[He's following, at least. He wants to get away from the thing that could very easily kill him. Abandoning the light feels wrong, but he still has the sword in his hand, and its grip is smooth and unfamiliar but solid and the only consistent thing he has, so he runs with his free hand splayed out in front of him.]
[He catches the opposite wall before running face-first into it. His breaths are sharp and athletic, but the grimling doesn't sound like it's followed.]
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[He catches the opposite wall before running face-first into it. His breaths are sharp and athletic, but the grimling doesn't sound like it's followed.]
[It doesn't the light. He remembers.]
[His voice is low and whispered, when he speaks.]
...think it's gone.