Shrike's Heart (#2)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

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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[nihilmancy]

[Whispering to him]

His chances do not look good, but they go up if he stays conscious. That could buy us a little time. Shouldn't we try to maximize that?

[justfuckingtryit]

I've... seen this before. In a dream.

He has a minute left. Maybe two.

[nihilmancy]

...Mm. If there's a chance to save him... but if not, let's keep him comfortable.

[justfuckingtryit]

That's all we can do.