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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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And we are not standing down; you are. Like I said, we'll take it from here. You're needed elsewhere.
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Do you really think you'll get anywhere with that attitude? We're best at doing what we're made for. Can you really make that man surrender from behind all his meat shields he think will squeeze one more day from the stone of the world?
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If we couldn't do it, they wouldn't have sent us in.
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But your pal there's got an enthusiasm for giving the prefect her love, or something, so, well. Who knows? Might be entertaining, still.
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I'm in it to make sure she's covered if talking him down fails. Now, are you going to stand here talking all day, or are you going to follow orders?
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But don't blame me when it doesn't work and orders come from down top otherwise. You might call what you want peace, but don't you know how this all ends?
I'll be around; maybe there's something more exciting somewhere else around here.
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...mm. Have it your way.
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[Time to go deal with this guy, I guess]
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