[ Willem pulls like it's a leash and Noth yields like a trained dog, taking a second to recollect and reclaim his personhood before his mind sinks into a time when he had none. He's being told to do things, but they're for his benefit. Pulling hasn't worked. Maybe those other things will. (They better.)
Looking around, with a deep, shaken breath, Noth's hand drops. ]
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Looking around, with a deep, shaken breath, Noth's hand drops. ]
They're — they're trapped too.