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Shrike's Heart (#4)
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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Wednesday?
[slogging over to check on her]
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[Oh no oh no oh no--
[What is this place...?]
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Hey, it's alright, you're okay..!
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[She's just going to throw herself at him, sorry.
[For a moment she just stands there, trembling, trying very very hard to calm herself down. Maybe, if she keeps her eyes closed--
[This is awful.
[What happened here?]
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It's okay.
I think it might be a dream or something.
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[She raises her head, just a little.]
So it's not real?
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I had a dream about this place, once. It felt real that time, too.
[he looks down at her feet in the corpsewater]
...Would you like to ride on my back?
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[She really, really wants to.]
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No problem at all.
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[Wednesday smiles, and hopes he can at least hear it in her voice.]
Thank you, Cobalt-san.
[Yes let's get up and out of Death's wading pool. She clings to Cobalt like the lifeline he is.]
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[Up you get!
He gathers her comfortably up on his broad back like she weighs nothing, and together they wade through the field of corpses until they unaccountably find themselves at the edge of the Weird Hole]