[A quick glance around the hallway will tell him-- .... nothing.]
[It's just... the same hallway he ran away from the monster down... there's no fire anywhere... not even embers, or smoke.]
[... What there IS, however, is a reflexive fist coming flying at his face from below. Sorry, Envy... it's nothing personal. You just kind of exploded out of a closed door at her. It's instinct.]
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[It's just... the same hallway he ran away from the monster down... there's no fire anywhere... not even embers, or smoke.]
[... What there IS, however, is a reflexive fist coming flying at his face from below. Sorry, Envy... it's nothing personal. You just kind of exploded out of a closed door at her. It's instinct.]