"We can talk about it if and when we get out of the tower, then." He began walking into the forest. "I... need a break. I'll be back in a few minutes, assuming I don't get eaten or something."
"He's alive! Great! But he's been trapped in interdimensional space for five years, I wasn't able to do anything about it, and now we're stuck in this situation, and I can't even talk to him!" The frustration and pain in his voice was very evident.
"It's not cool." TAAron's voice sounded choked. "He should be dead. I grieved him.
"Anyways, it doesn't help anyone to have a person who can't see or hear controlling my body."
TAAron kept writing.
Who touched me?
Lerac, who had remained silent until that point, perked up. "That would be me, right? I had my hand on his forehead."