[He raises a hand and it hovers over where the club was in his chest for a second, and then drops it again.]
It showed us visions. I was ... alone, at first. Going through different rooms in this inn. Each one tried to worm inside my head. It showed me Yasha. She was. I don't know - possessed, maybe. It showed me Beauregard's corpse. It showed me my own grave.
[ . . . . there's something tense in mineo's shoulders at that, angry on molly's behalf. still, he tries to be more gentle than he is angry, and he reaches out to take molly's hand.
Yes, well. Certainly we've all gotten our fair share of nasty illusions.
[He doesn't seem that angry himself. Just.
Tired. Exhausted. Empty.]
They were ... possessed. It seemed in a similar way to my vision, though I don't know what the others saw. We subdued them, but it seems it wasn't enough. In my head, the thoughts turned to ones of distrust, that if we really wanted what we had come for, we should be willing to do anything necessary. That everyone else is simply waiting for the right time to begin picking us off.
I chose against it. I don't know-- maybe a stupid decision. I certainly almost bled out in that cold room for it.
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... it's okay if you're not - fine, I mean.
[softly, like a promise he'll keep a secret]
.... but yeah. It sounds like... a lot of these are just different terrible things that you have to endure.
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[He raises a hand and it hovers over where the club was in his chest for a second, and then drops it again.]
It showed us visions. I was ... alone, at first. Going through different rooms in this inn. Each one tried to worm inside my head. It showed me Yasha. She was. I don't know - possessed, maybe. It showed me Beauregard's corpse. It showed me my own grave.
Then it started to use the faces of those here.
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some of the rage does seep out though.]
.... bastards...
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[He doesn't seem that angry himself. Just.
Tired. Exhausted. Empty.]
They were ... possessed. It seemed in a similar way to my vision, though I don't know what the others saw. We subdued them, but it seems it wasn't enough. In my head, the thoughts turned to ones of distrust, that if we really wanted what we had come for, we should be willing to do anything necessary. That everyone else is simply waiting for the right time to begin picking us off.
I chose against it. I don't know-- maybe a stupid decision. I certainly almost bled out in that cold room for it.