[Right. Jumping out of windows of indeterminate height. That'll drain all that slowly ebbing confidence back out of Horatio.
Still, what are the alternatives?]
Hm. [The shelf feels solid enough, if he doesn't look down at the shifting sands slowly filling in beneath them. The window looks hopeful, if he doesn't contemplate the fact that there might not be ground below.] You might have to give me a push.
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Still, what are the alternatives?]
Hm. [The shelf feels solid enough, if he doesn't look down at the shifting sands slowly filling in beneath them. The window looks hopeful, if he doesn't contemplate the fact that there might not be ground below.] You might have to give me a push.