I'd be dead without Enola, [he says quietly, feeling a little comradery with that. He swallows, letting the words settle in his head. He sympathizes with Alex; sometimes it's hard to stop talking, especially when Tewkesbury's nervous.
He looks up at him again.] Where are they? Are they here?
[Enola isn't, and that fact makes him feel so lonely sometimes.]
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He looks up at him again.] Where are they? Are they here?
[Enola isn't, and that fact makes him feel so lonely sometimes.]