[ once he's gotten Rand seated, Abel looks at least mildly placated, but... the concern isn't going anywhere where it sits heavy and oppressive in his eyes, drowning out just about anything else. ]
...Rand. When I made it to the street, you were already-- Amos had knocked you out, but...
[ that gathering of storm clouds; the scent of ozone in the air. the pooling of blood welling between cobblestone in the street. ]
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...Rand. When I made it to the street, you were already-- Amos had knocked you out, but...
[ that gathering of storm clouds; the scent of ozone in the air. the pooling of blood welling between cobblestone in the street. ]
What happened...?