[ Arenvald lingers a moment more, to be sure that Connor believes him and that the vision of the rooftop has truly faded, before he acquiesces at last. He eases himself off of Connor, purple dust sloughing off the knees of his pants, though a fair bit of it stays put as well. ]
Sorry about all that. It was the only way I could think of to get you to stop fighting me.
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Sorry about all that. It was the only way I could think of to get you to stop fighting me.
[ He offers Connor a hand up. ]
You alright?