[He. Carefully unclenches the fabrics he held. Methodically fixes the wrinkles of Algric's shirt he made. Jonah feels like he can't breathe. All the oxygen in the room is just gone and his head is imploding on itself. The weight of all his knowledge and thoughts and being folding in on one singular point: Algric is still willing to die.
He ducks his head down, scooting away a couple inches so he can try to breathe.]
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[He. Carefully unclenches the fabrics he held. Methodically fixes the wrinkles of Algric's shirt he made. Jonah feels like he can't breathe. All the oxygen in the room is just gone and his head is imploding on itself. The weight of all his knowledge and thoughts and being folding in on one singular point: Algric is still willing to die.
He ducks his head down, scooting away a couple inches so he can try to breathe.]
All right.