Krichevskoy hadn't bothered saying anything in the journal post, instead choosing to start off the moment he had read the initial entry. Laharl needed someone there with him now, and just saying something over the network wouldn't do any good.
And the more he checked back on the entry, the more convinced he became that that was the correct decision. All he could think of as he walked through the mismatched, patchwork floor was Celestia and the events he had to stop then. And yet this seemed even worse than that--Laharl's life wasn't the only one at stake. Even if Krichevskoy didn't know exactly what that young man had meant when he had been talking about time and space being distorted, if the consequences of Laharl's actions even had a small chance of hurting that many people, he couldn't allow Laharl to go through with it.
Krichevskoy was beginning to wonder if he should turn around and try to look near the entrance again when he sensed a spike of power nearby. From there, it didn't take long for him to catch a glimpse of Laharl's red scarf and to close some of the distance between them.
no subject
And the more he checked back on the entry, the more convinced he became that that was the correct decision. All he could think of as he walked through the mismatched, patchwork floor was Celestia and the events he had to stop then. And yet this seemed even worse than that--Laharl's life wasn't the only one at stake. Even if Krichevskoy didn't know exactly what that young man had meant when he had been talking about time and space being distorted, if the consequences of Laharl's actions even had a small chance of hurting that many people, he couldn't allow Laharl to go through with it.
Krichevskoy was beginning to wonder if he should turn around and try to look near the entrance again when he sensed a spike of power nearby. From there, it didn't take long for him to catch a glimpse of Laharl's red scarf and to close some of the distance between them.
"Laharl."