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[Years of invincibility do things to one's sense of self-preservation. With no other alternative available to them, Sieghart reaches out to pick up the marionette when a voice hisses in the room: "M̶̦͕̰̼͊̆i̴̱͒̌͜N̵̘̎̏̔e̸̛̟͆͝ͅ."
As if the room itself lurches from the force of the voice, they suddenly find themselves on the other side of the door that trapped them inside. Sieghart sways in place before catching himself, a hand coming up to his temple from the disorientation of it all.]
Huh?
As if the room itself lurches from the force of the voice, they suddenly find themselves on the other side of the door that trapped them inside. Sieghart sways in place before catching himself, a hand coming up to his temple from the disorientation of it all.]
Huh?
[idk where sieghart is, you tell me jae
but wherever it is, emet-selch will come by, though his sword is no longer present on his back. an indication he's not here to do anything, maybe.]
-Are you willing to speak? Or able, should that be the case.
but wherever it is, emet-selch will come by, though his sword is no longer present on his back. an indication he's not here to do anything, maybe.]
-Are you willing to speak? Or able, should that be the case.
[If someone else were in his place, he'd plead the latter. Compulsions are a terrible thing that spit on a person's autonomy. But the blood that stains one's hands isn't so easy to wash away.]
I won't pretend that I'm above what I've done in the past few days . . . But I believe that life's too precious to treat this way.
I won't pretend that I'm above what I've done in the past few days . . . But I believe that life's too precious to treat this way.
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