My power, it's-- [ Lenalee and Damian's voices fade. The crowd's roaring doesn't reach his ears. There's a soft, pleasant hum in his ears before he hears it:
Let me help.
He looks at Damian quickly. It doesn't sound like him. Gil presses his hand to his temple, groaning. ] What did you say?
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Let me help.
He looks at Damian quickly. It doesn't sound like him. Gil presses his hand to his temple, groaning. ] What did you say?