[Garrett sits around, trying hard to fight at the rising panic growing within him. If it had been any other sense, he could've shrugged it off and adapted better. But his ears....the only other sense he relied on more was his nose.]
MEJA! [He uses that same unable to judge how loud his voice is tone as he bounds up to her.] My ears are broken.
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MEJA! [He uses that same unable to judge how loud his voice is tone as he bounds up to her.] My ears are broken.