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[Conrad opens his eyes to a pile of rubble inside a room with no ceiling. There's a painful welt on the crown of his head -- that strange robot who kept calling him Wesley hit him with that platter --]
[It all came back in a rush: the rumble of the storm, the sound of wood snapping and the roar of the wind, realizing that Yuuri was using his magic. Conrad tried his best to get away, to get to Yuuri, but the tuxedo-wearing robot's reflexes were faster. By the looks of the shelter, Yuuri had expended quite a bit of power.]
Yuuri? [His voice is tense, but even. Please, answer.]