[ Finally, another voice coming through the fog. Diego's caught on to the fact that the ... Whatever the hell they are (he refuses to use the word ghosts) don't talk, and don't really seem to have a purpose. Besides, the voice that catches his ears sounds as distressed as he's feeling.
And, you know, Diego's sort of the heroic type.
So he pushes down the nausea that comes along with the dizziness, and follows the sound of the voice until he's close enough to see the stranger. No, definitely not looking good. Not that Diego's looking all that great. ]
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And, you know, Diego's sort of the heroic type.
So he pushes down the nausea that comes along with the dizziness, and follows the sound of the voice until he's close enough to see the stranger. No, definitely not looking good. Not that Diego's looking all that great. ]
The what?
[ He scrunches his face up. ]
Should I know who the hell that is?