[ Wilson hasn't been much help so far, stuck behind a crowd of other people and hesitant to elbow his way to the front just to throw himself into the sinister purple cloud where people are screaming and getting shot, but the same tide of defiance that carried him through every frozen wasteland, every fortress of clockwork robots, every rain of murderous frogs or pack of exploding Hounds that Maxwell sent after him is rising as the room begins to tear away into darkness. There's a way to stop it, there has to be. Something to keep him from meeting his final end here. He's turned down absolute power to keep his freedom, he's placed his hands upon the mechanisms of the heavens and shifted the moon out of its place before the sun. Wilson isn't going to die in the collapsing husk of a vacation liner. He wants to get out, he wants to take his friends with him, he wants to save Maxwell even if he can't save himself. He wants to get back to breaking everyone out of the Constant. More than anything, he wants to survive. ]
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