[It might be a small mercy for Syrlya that he's not completely turned to face Strange. It obscures a little of how he goes still and fights off the way his expression starts to crumble with frustration and anxiety.]
Well... [He starts slowly, staring across the tent.] The carnival's future does not seem so dire, now.
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Well... [He starts slowly, staring across the tent.] The carnival's future does not seem so dire, now.
[It was a fucking nightmare.]