Choices
Shortly before the Mole died.
As the group addressed Emma, the eyes of the creature turned black and shifted to them. More specifically, they shifted to Osho and Gale.
'Found you.' The creature controlling it thought. However, just before the Mole fully lost consciousness, the eyes of Gale and Osho simultaneously shifted to look right at the creature as well, both of them holding a biting coldness within them.
'Interesting...' It trailed off as the Mole died.
'Osho...' Gale started, and Osho nodded imperceptibly
'Yeah, I noticed. We've been spotted.' He replied calmly through their bond. He took note of how he was the one being stared at. Well, he and Gale, with the others barely being noted.
'Am I truly the target of this entire thing?' He mused, not at all panicking.
He glanced at the others and saw them asking Emma, who looked more than a little bit enthusiastic to talk with them, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
