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Kyriakos: DAY 86
[Suddenly, the books on several of the shelves spring to life--they flutter around the room and open above those present. As they do a magic circle springs out of their pages, enveloping the players in a beam of light and making them vanish into their pages--two to a book. Inside is a featureless room with an indestructible paper-like substance lining floor, walls and ceiling, inlaid with an intricate pattern of metallic roses. My, what long thorns they have …
On the floor somewhere nearby is an incredibly sharp quill and a bottle of an inklike substance--which is clearly labelled as ‘Not intended for ingestion unless you wish to die painfully, you twit.’]
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On the floor somewhere nearby is an incredibly sharp quill and a bottle of an inklike substance--which is clearly labelled as ‘Not intended for ingestion unless you wish to die painfully, you twit.’]
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No matter what happens in here, someone is getting hurt.
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Wouldn't make much sense for both of us to die when the Echoes are only askin' for one.
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… I don't know if I can just watch. Not after—not after that. [But what right do I have to force you to do it in my stead?]
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[he doesn't know how he can make her watch. . . after learning that]
[he falls silent, totally out of options]
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[no no no, he hadn't meant to make her cry. she pulls away from him, but he reaches for her again, fingers brushing up against her arm]
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[She doesn't respond to his touch, though, and she's utterly silent aside from the shaky hitch in her breathing.]
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[what do we do?]
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[it's … probably a few minutes until she can bring herself to speak up again, her voice a rough whisper]
S-Spark …
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[seeking out her hand again]
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… we can't do this.
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[. . .]
[he ducks his head, shoulders tensing]
[he is out of options, isn't he--?]
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Do as you will.
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. . .
[If it destroys you, how can I?]
[though that goes unsaid]
N-- Nalea. . .
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You have my agreement in advance.
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[lifts a hand and scrubs at his face tiredly]
Whatever I do. . . you won't like it.
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I won't force you to watch. [me die goes unsaid]
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[she doesn't respond]
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[is this what it feels like to be indecisive? to truly be stuck between a rock and a hard place?]
[every decision up until now has been so easy, and this one would seem to be as well, so why--]
[why is it so difficult]
. . . lemme think about it for a bit, okay?
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