[Maketh doesn't really know Nick. Before this moment, they'd never even spoken to each other. A friendly distance, so to speak. They'd known the same people but never had occasion to speak in person. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered. Perhaps it would have made this hurt. Maketh grimaces as her chest throbs again. She's taken a bad hit, maybe even worse than the one that she carried through the Door. It's hit her lungs, she thinks, maybe done something to her heart. Either way it's starting to hurt when she takes a breath, a sharp pinch on the exhale. She hopes she won't die in front of Chris. Has a feeling that's happened to him before.
This place brings out the very worst of their nightmares and gives them flesh.]
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[Maketh doesn't really know Nick. Before this moment, they'd never even spoken to each other. A friendly distance, so to speak. They'd known the same people but never had occasion to speak in person. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered. Perhaps it would have made this hurt. Maketh grimaces as her chest throbs again. She's taken a bad hit, maybe even worse than the one that she carried through the Door. It's hit her lungs, she thinks, maybe done something to her heart. Either way it's starting to hurt when she takes a breath, a sharp pinch on the exhale. She hopes she won't die in front of Chris. Has a feeling that's happened to him before.
This place brings out the very worst of their nightmares and gives them flesh.]