"I've heard paranoia is usually simply one's own self delusion. Don't know why he's trying to direct anything towards me, or if that was just the impression I was getting." Harth shrugged, leaning back to look up at the sky. It was still humid. Seasons are changing.

"When you fell asleep the shadows appeared. I tried to carry you out but they were too many. They took you and I ran." He stiffens slightly, turning his head down.

"I don't... Toph. I'm sorry."