[Percy's just...sitting on the floor nearby wherever Natalie is, completely unimpressed as his soul leaves his body and he stares at the ceiling.]
Punch it harder, maybe it'll open. [Hm. But he does turn his head toward Natalie and frowns lightly in that Disappointed Dad kind of way.] Dude, what were you thinking? You could've told us.
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Punch it harder, maybe it'll open. [Hm. But he does turn his head toward Natalie and frowns lightly in that Disappointed Dad kind of way.] Dude, what were you thinking? You could've told us.