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Shrike's Heart (#2)
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up

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Can you stay here with him...? We're -
Sekhmet is looking for medicine, and we're going to take his brother somewhere safe, but he shouldn't - falling asleep, or being alone right now, I think...
[ both of those could be bad. she's not a medical professional, but ]
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His brother's dead already. The man... all that we can do is make him comfortable.
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I know.
But - if there's a chance that we could still help him, then... I think that we should. That's why we're taking the smaller boy, too . . .
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He has a minute left. Maybe two.
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Then . . .
[ she doesn't know what to do with this, really, stalling pensive with the boy cradled in her arms. what do they do from here? ]
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1/2
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Then I'll take this boy somewhere safe while he recovers, okay...? They can meet each other again when he's feeling better...
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We'll keep an eye out for him until his brother's strong enough to take over again.
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[ whatever this pep's name is. she kicks herself a little for not knowing already; she has to get out more. ]
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