[ he wouldn't be able to answer her even if he did know because every muscle in his body seems to be splitting apart and changing shape. he sticks out a hand to grab a hold of the tree, but by now it's more claw than human hand. the elongated nails bury themselves in the bark and jackson sways before catching himself. the shaking's dying down and jackson is slowly emerging from his metaphorical cocoon as the mythological lizard beast to die for. ]
Lydia -- [ it's almost like Jackson's last attempt to tell her to go before whatever it is that's happening to him takes full control. it won't be long until the Kanima instincts take over ]
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Lydia -- [ it's almost like Jackson's last attempt to tell her to go before whatever it is that's happening to him takes full control. it won't be long until the Kanima instincts take over ]