Liam: What are you doing with Malcolm?
Leo: Am I aware of any of this [what’s happening with Edgar]?
Liam: No. Arms are wrapping around you. It doesn’t hurt, but you are seeing Malcolm’s fingers both flesh and metallic [wrapping around you] like a noose.
Leo: I see the metallic hand. He’s a clock. I’m going to attempt to go into the hand and attempt to open it up and close him the way the clock closed. I’m going to stop the clock.
I don't know who is more terrible in this moment, fungus-possessed Malcolm or slightly tripping but desperate Leo.
I finished my rewatch/relisten of the Vox Machina campaign in mid-December (although I recently re-embarked on the second half of the Chroma Conclave arc hoping season 3 of TLVOM will be announced (released?? 🤞) by the time I reach "A Bard's Lament"). Predictably, I bawled, AGAIN, but by then I'd already been scribbling and sketching ideas for this for... a couple of weeks? Hence the little WIP preview last month.
I'll never shut up about this moment. It's just as beautiful as it's heartbreaking, in- and off-game, especially taking into account all the context of characters/people involved.
Also, bonus, because after I finished sketching that 6th frame I thought a hug was needed.