well, pride is here in the garden, though they are definitely sitting down, and they're sort of hidden in the flowers a little. they don't get up when the four of them approach, but they do look up. they're dripping blood from under the hood. that's probably fine.]
[It's a good thing they say that because, you know, Sheila had absolutely just opened her mouth to fuss. She snaps it shut with a click of her teeth, frowning, and nods.]
[dryly:] My head is back. That's as good as it's going to get.
[anyway.]
It does have to do with these... adventures. I assume Harrowhark has mentioned I intended to look. [they pull their robes closer, a little like they're cold.] I did look. And I did see her. Though not in the form you described.
[ it is a four-person thread, in this case she'll cut pride a break though, looking a little... hopeful? relieved? cautiously so, but she can't help it, waiting for the other shoe to drop. ]
The way she normally looks. [they confirm, shivering.] My suspicion is that it was more illusions.
These are... they're not going to stop happening. [which they hate, a lot, judging by their tone.] I experienced - not exactly what you have described to me, but close. A long repeating hallway with experiences I don't care to remember waiting behind every corner.
The theme was less about hunger and more about wanting what someone else had. I don't often care what others have, so it was... jarring.
[a sigh.]
I walked the same hallway over and over, in a loop, knowing that the others had left me behind. That I was going to lose. Didn't know what I was going to lose, just that I was. I would consider it a test.
A phone rang, and I heard Mercy's voice on the other side, asking me to... [a pause.] ... to not leave her alone.
[ though the wiser part of her knows these are just illusions, it makes her wonder how many times mercy has lost people like this, and who she'd lost before them.
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