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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

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
there are actually quite a lot of people in this field, and more of them are walking around than anywhere else you've seen—soldiers, clad in dark steel armor.
Cardigan seems to be questioning an increasingly snitty woman with ash-grey hair who is standing near a pile of corpses. ]
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
[you know what, he goes and throws his spear on the weapon pile. No thanks, he doesn't want it.
In fact, he doesn't like being here very much at all.
Unless someone stops him, he's going to check out the bag of seeds.]
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
This poor fucking field, all trampled flat. He takes a handful of seeds and flings them, a few at a time, into the field. Clearly he has absolutely no idea how sewing seeds works!! Not a godsdamned clue!! But he's trying his best!
Maybe some of these will take hold and there can be life here again someday.]
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
Re: THE BATTLEFIELD
Now he's getting back to Wednesday in some thread somewhere else]