[ There's an unhappy bend of his lips at that thought, Charles staring at his feet for a second. Erik and dying are two concepts that don't belong in the same space.
Still, Erik is already half way toward being a shark, all sharp teeth and never ceasing forward motion. Humming, a soft, amused sort of noise, he decides to play along. ] And if I'm a land creature?
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Still, Erik is already half way toward being a shark, all sharp teeth and never ceasing forward motion. Humming, a soft, amused sort of noise, he decides to play along. ] And if I'm a land creature?