[ Silence is fine. Vyng lets it hang in the air, as if it were a natural part of the conversation. Of course, the answer he ultimately gets is...well, not good. But not bad, either. It simply is, and Vyng lets the silence settle in his own court for a minute before asking another question: ]
Okay. So...what will you do the next time you climb out of frozen water and start stumbling home?
[ Spoken with the same tone as a long-suffering mother who just wants to see her boy survive to adulthood. ]
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Okay. So...what will you do the next time you climb out of frozen water and start stumbling home?
[ Spoken with the same tone as a long-suffering mother who just wants to see her boy survive to adulthood. ]