[He sends the text and wanders out to get some food. He doesn't really want to think about the Wings of Therion. Unfortunately, he practically can't get it out of his head anymore and he has to stop on the steps of the Great Hall. His breathing quickens and his eyes dart around. The conversation with Death had bothered him and now this.
They're coming for me.
Panic attacks and Kaz weren't old friends. He'd had only two: one at sixteen, and now. He sits there with his head cradled in his hands, trying to breathe.]
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[He sends the text and wanders out to get some food. He doesn't really want to think about the Wings of Therion. Unfortunately, he practically can't get it out of his head anymore and he has to stop on the steps of the Great Hall. His breathing quickens and his eyes dart around. The conversation with Death had bothered him and now this.
They're coming for me.
Panic attacks and Kaz weren't old friends. He'd had only two: one at sixteen, and now. He sits there with his head cradled in his hands, trying to breathe.]