[ this place will eat him alive too, agent grapes knows this, and it's why he expects the cat by him to lead subaru out. he leans forward, one hand— stump of the wrist?— no that's just the edge of the jacket he wears dripping something black onto the ground.

it trickles onto the black cat like rain, rejected too as it slides along the surface and onto the ground around the feline. aware of this, that one red eye watching his body break down like so before him, he understands how grave the situation is at hand.

subaru.

he can not be here. ]

I don't have magic. [ he doesn't want it. if this place could tear it out from him, remove the pieces of himself that doesn't make up kim soleum. then he'd welcome it. the thought is so tempting when said by someone else when they view him like this. ]

But... you do.

[ that hand comes back to his lap, agent grapes tilts his head down, and he listens.

— What a nosey fellow! This is an a and b conversation, wouldn't you say, friend?
— What to do, what to do. You really shouldn't tell him, it's been some time since we could speak, friend.
— I can help you, friend! Stay a little longer, this Host has so much advice to help you out of this predicament. Now— ]

To break it down from the inside, you have to understand what you're against.

[ — That's fine and dandy, friend! this gracious host thinks you should tell him ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓. ]

Something followed you here.