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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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[ what she doesn't expect is for all of them to just kind of... open the door and pour out to... thank them. what. she's so confused. she just stares at the people, mostly the dude, and then looks in the direction crow went. ]
...yeah, but you might want to, like, run or something, because I'm sure he'll be back. He was really dead set on burning this place to the ground, so if you stick around, then you're likely to get caught in his, ah, ..."fun". Anyway, uhm, you're welcome.
[ well, they should probably go... although she does want to poke her head inside the house to see if there's anything worth taking along. ]
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[Don't look at her, she wanted to leave like 20 minutes ago.]
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Hey, Prefect... This--
[and here she waves a hand to indicate the entire situation]
--pretty usual? With the whole 'take no prisoners, burn civvies alive" attitude?
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[ he watches all of you, uneasily. ]