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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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[ looking at their face, her own darkens further - if it could be said to do so at this point - with worry, a hand extended in an attempt to cup their cheek ]
And you, too...
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
We're still well-supplied with Essence, and the victory was quite decisive, so we're largely unharmed. What few injuries were sustained, the necromancers can patch up easily, ma'am; not to worry.
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[ can she physically touch their head. she is trying to pat their head. ]
... Is there anything we can do for the townspeople...?
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
If you could convince the Prefect to give himself up, that'd save a lot of time, and besides, Crow's not the best at, ah. Control.
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
Alright. Can we go to talk to him...?
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
...I can lead you there, Commander, if you like.
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
That if we can solve this using words, then that would be good, wouldn't it...?
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
Well, ah... this way, then.
[ eventually you end up here. ]