[Zelman doesn't move for a few moments. oddly, the flame also stills itself. he's trying to think through it, he really is, but he's not sure what to do with it. how does he respond to something like that?]
... I made a promise that I would so long as someone else is here with me.
[the room starts to sink (or the ceiling grows higher) as they descend back down towards the present.]
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... I made a promise that I would so long as someone else is here with me.
[the room starts to sink (or the ceiling grows higher) as they descend back down towards the present.]
We'll see if anything comes of it.