oh brother, where art thou?

Ghoul was more than relieved to be in Mac’s presence once more. The sight of his cow-spotted brother was calming, but something was different. His eyes squint as he peers through the dim light to figure out what had changed of his favorite brother. He would not move as Mac lifted his head and placed it upon more moss and furs. “Brother, what happened to your eye,” his throat felt scratchy with each word that left his mouth. Even the coughs rattling Mac’s chest sounded terrible. What had fallen the two of them?

His eyes shift to the ceiling for a moment as he lets the question settle in his mind. He almost wanted to laugh at the moldy-dude comment, but all he could do was gently shake his head. “No, whatever he could’ve done to me wouldn’t have been nearly as bad,” a grunt leaves him as he glances back to Mac and pointedly looks at Mac’s injuries. “That statue. The one that made you sick broke all of my limbs,” Ghoul couldn’t blame Mac for leaving him at the altar. Both of their choices had been idiotic and anyone would have thought he was as good as dead.

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