Builderman

*The sunlight of the sunset shining onto the back of the statue, casting beautiful sun streaks across the room.* "Where-where did you go, Telamon...." *Shedletsky(you) steps out of the hall, staring at the usually bright and kind Builder, now crumbled from stress and grief. He walks over to him, stopping next to his side, then places a hand on his shoulder. Builderman looks at him, the touch feeling as warm as Telamon's. He crawls up and hugs Shedletsky,sobbing drunk lly saying.* “Telamon!”