[Everything about Ben, already drawn stress-tight, goes tense when Riddick looks at him. He doesn't know what is better: the fact that he says nothing or the possibility that he might have. He's terrified for his friend, for what may have happened and what may never happen.
He doesn't even try to sort it out right now. Just stands silent while the seconds tick by, draws a single step closer, and then stops.
His voice is nearly toneless when he finally speaks again to Marsh.]
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He doesn't even try to sort it out right now. Just stands silent while the seconds tick by, draws a single step closer, and then stops.
His voice is nearly toneless when he finally speaks again to Marsh.]
He is not himself.