[Like great clawing fingers, catching on the fabric of his jeans, twining into his hair. He always felt like trees were skeletons, in their own ways. Perhaps they're just dead husks of things long-gone. Maybe they're alive - alive, and serving a malevolent god with twisted morals.]
[He has to find the exit, assuming there is one. There must be one. He made it out before - he can do it again now.]
[(Assuming Jay doesn't follow.)]
[Something, something...ark. An ark, a respite from the flood that inevitably swims out from the woodwork (the woodwork), and beyond that - something more.]
[His hand plunges into his pocket for the only other talisman he has.]
[A lighter, flame spritzing out between his fingertips with a bright, metallic click.]
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[He has to find the exit, assuming there is one. There must be one. He made it out before - he can do it again now.]
[(Assuming Jay doesn't follow.)]
[Something, something...ark. An ark, a respite from the
floodthat inevitably swims out from the woodwork (the woodwork), and beyond that - something more.][His hand plunges into his pocket for the only other talisman he has.]
[A lighter, flame spritzing out between his fingertips with a bright, metallic click.]