[Relief comes quickly, even if Doppio isn't sure who the Boss's words are meant for. Leaving. Leaving would be nice. He hopes he's the one who's leaving. The priest starts to say something else, and Doppio feels his chest tightening - a name begins to form on that man's lips; the dread he feels is so tangible as to be alarming -
But then they're somewhere else.
And he doesn't quite get this either, but it feels easier to look around now. It looks like...]
... One of your barriers? [Then he sees it, standing right beside them.] Ah! King Crimson...!
[... Wow. He'd actually rather look at those horrid little faces than... do what they were doing before.]
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But then they're somewhere else.
And he doesn't quite get this either, but it feels easier to look around now. It looks like...]
... One of your barriers? [Then he sees it, standing right beside them.] Ah! King Crimson...!
[... Wow. He'd actually rather look at those horrid little faces than... do what they were doing before.]