[ Orpheus looks up, concerned. The implications don't quite hit him right away, but as they sink in his eyes go wide and he almost drops his shovel. He wants to ask - but you made it back, didn't you? But he knows it's not that simple, that fifteen years can't be undone just like that, that whatever Benjamin remembered earlier in the week was enough to lay him low, without so much as the faintest glimmer of hope in him. The implication is sadly clear. ]
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[ Orpheus looks up, concerned. The implications don't quite hit him right away, but as they sink in his eyes go wide and he almost drops his shovel. He wants to ask - but you made it back, didn't you? But he knows it's not that simple, that fifteen years can't be undone just like that, that whatever Benjamin remembered earlier in the week was enough to lay him low, without so much as the faintest glimmer of hope in him. The implication is sadly clear. ]
That's horrible. Oh, Benjamin, I'm so sorry.