[For that second, for that single moment where Martin was gone, Tim thought that was it. He was gone. And the impulse, the grieving terror of losing another friend was just amplified by the echoing chill of the room.
The waters of the Lonely slosh around Tim's ankles as he walks into it, heedless of this mini-domain. It wasn't that he didn't feel the bite of chill in his knees as he dropped beside them, or the sharp burst of pain from his sling as he pushed his arm out of it. He welcomed it, folded it in, and made it a focus in all of the panic and fear. The Lonely couldn't touch him, not while he grabbed the recently reappeared Martin into a fierce hug.]
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The waters of the Lonely slosh around Tim's ankles as he walks into it, heedless of this mini-domain. It wasn't that he didn't feel the bite of chill in his knees as he dropped beside them, or the sharp burst of pain from his sling as he pushed his arm out of it. He welcomed it, folded it in, and made it a focus in all of the panic and fear. The Lonely couldn't touch him, not while he grabbed the recently reappeared Martin into a fierce hug.]