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Shrike's Heart (#3)
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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She gives you an odd look. ]
Those that won't serve further use—if that's the task you want to put yourself to, then, by all means.
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[ Going to. Go about using the axe he'd been holding to try roughly digging a hole for a body and properly bury it. ]
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It is peaceful, at least—among all of this. ]
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Er- I don't know if you can hear this Shrike, but please consider the message I'm sending here. Continue to respect, but not endlessly worship, the dead, and... one way to do as much is allow for growth from it?
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[ Moving any weapons away from the area so it's completely clear there for the plants to grow if they do, then look and listen for the next way to go. ]
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