Two Eyes Cenote one minute of everything at once

they do nothing to soothe him, her words. though they are likely not intended to do so, they merely serve to aggravate. frustration furrows deeply into his brow. didn't know? how?! logic, of course, would tell ingram that likely the many and more wolves of the wilds did not know toula but he is not operating in any sort of logical state of mind.

no.

his obsessive ( and likely more unhinged than he'd like to admit ) side is at the wheel; carelessly swerving at high speeds he can't hope to control.

ingram almost doesn't hear her following question through the splintered, sharp edges of his own thoughts. of the vision digging in it's teeth; a ticking time bomb he is burdened with carrying.

not yet, it comes out as a choked whisper of a thing; awful and worried; for as bad as ingram was he does care for toula, who was once, briefly, under his tutelage. but it will. unless he stopped it. he had to stop it! failure here, was not an option.