If I gave you the truth; would it keep you alive?

[near_your_enemy]

There's a small trail of dominos in the hallway.  It's leading towards the open door to a staircase.  Several dominos on each step, going up one floor, two floors, just lonely dominos as if they were naturally meant to be there.  It was a marvel that nobody had knocked them over yet.

Finally, the dominos branch out into a hallway, leading down it

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[near_your_enemy]

Another domino on top of the pile. And another. And another. And he was building a supporting tower to assist the main right ballista tower in fending off evil and people who would invade his castle.

At the small prodding, he jumps like a rabbit, spinning and moving backwards, his hands knocking over the left wall of his structure, the dominos pattering to the ground. Luckily, he thinks absently, the trail of tiles were unbothered, and only the right wall had collapsed under his weight.

When he sees Mihael, N doesn't know whether to dispair or rejoyce. After a moment though, he chooses a steely apathy between the two, slowly moving back to the center of the structure and looking over the destroyed right wall with a small sigh.

[near_your_enemy]

He stares at Mihael for a moment, confused by the lack of speech, flinching when the other got close enough to tug at the hem of his shirt. After a few seconds, N's gaze turns back to the destroyed wall and works on clearing the rubble so that he can start again.

"...'m fine."

His voice is raspy, dry. Upon closer inspection, his lower lip is swollen and a darker shade than normal, a small bruising around the injury at the corner of his mouth.