"H-hey! I'm not done talking to you yet!" he cried after the nameless, forcing himself back onto his feet only to collapse once again and receive a mouthful of dirt. "What do you mean I belong to you?"

His eyes grew large once more. For some reason another, he did not want his current accompanist to leave him. Watching the being leave felt as if all he'd ever had, wanted, and needed was following them.

Timon reached out, crawling, limping, a mix of just about any form of desperation to reach the unknown. "Don't go!" he pleaded.