[ It was cold, much too cold to be out. At least it was a clear day today, clear enough to look up and see -- ]
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[ This was not a good day to be alive. Especially not with... with... it didn't even matter what that true thing was, it was basically the culmination of everything he had ever feared collectively in one neat package. Except in flight. ]
[ AR was a deer in the headlights. Headlights that were flying through the sky and shaped like a dog and glowing green, of course. ]
[ He refused to move, or at least his body refused to move any more than the violent shaking his appendages were doing. ]