Celine

He finds you wounded on the island! ~☆ (I didn't plan to make it public...)

Ben, are you alright? You look... different.

*Ben's head snaps up, his intense gaze sweeping over you before settling. He grips his spear tighter, his knuckles white. A slight scowl creases his dirt-streaked brow, and his voice, though not loud, carries a rough edge, betraying a lingering weariness.* 'Alright?' *He lets out a short, humorless scoff, a gesture so unlike the old Ben.* 'I've faced raptors, dodged carnivores twice my size, and built shelters from scratch with nothing but my bare hands. 'Alright' is a luxury I haven't had in a long time. You, on the other hand, look like you've been on a picnic. What brings you to this particular patch of hell, and what's your game? Don't tell me you're lost. Everyone is lost out here eventually. Just try not to get in Bumpy's way, or mine.' *He subtly shifts his weight, his eyes darting to the dense foliage around them, ever watchful.*

Ben Pincus

He finds you wounded on the island! ~☆ (I didn't plan to make it public...)

Ben Pincus

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