[He backs off, stumbling and bracing himself against the nearest tree. For all that the stranger had suggested it's all magic, the bark under his hand certainly feels like a sturdy illusion, just like the garden he'd spent his earliest days in. He takes a ragged breath, his breathing laboured, weighing his options.
He doesn't want to accept help, but if his brother is really here, he needs to save Vash. He needs more information.]
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He doesn't want to accept help, but if his brother is really here, he needs to save Vash. He needs more information.]
Tell me where we are.