[It is only that, in the writings she left herself, she was so adamant that she was not to interfere. She fears to know what will happen if she breaks covenant with herself.]
[No, she will gladly explain. It's easier with him than it was for Wrath, whose sudden impulses of kindness terrify her a little. She understands him a little - that his coldness is not without consideration for her, but he won't try to press past the borders of her own coldness. She'll say it rote, the way she had before, because it's so much easier that way.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across a child. She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. Ah - it was in the vents, as we made our escape, that she came upon your crystal, and brought it to me. When I took it, I could sense it belonged to someone who treasured it. We found other items of that sort, as I'm sure you're aware.
Past the vents, we came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people.
My condition, of which you are aware, caused me to experience a fainting spell. [When she saw Gideon, specifically. The little piece of bone in her brain has been expertly placed to reduce her to unconsciousness whenever anything threatens to disturb her scarred brain tissue.] I was nearly devoured, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [She's doing better at this now. She's still clipped and matter of fact.] The hunger we had been feeling became all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and her voice said mercy. But we could not bring ourselves to do what we believed she asked of us. We tried to devour whatever else we could to assuage our hunger, but instead we perished there.
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[It is only that, in the writings she left herself, she was so adamant that she was not to interfere. She fears to know what will happen if she breaks covenant with herself.]
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[No, she will gladly explain. It's easier with him than it was for Wrath, whose sudden impulses of kindness terrify her a little. She understands him a little - that his coldness is not without consideration for her, but he won't try to press past the borders of her own coldness. She'll say it rote, the way she had before, because it's so much easier that way.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across a child. She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. Ah - it was in the vents, as we made our escape, that she came upon your crystal, and brought it to me. When I took it, I could sense it belonged to someone who treasured it. We found other items of that sort, as I'm sure you're aware.
Past the vents, we came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people.
My condition, of which you are aware, caused me to experience a fainting spell. [When she saw Gideon, specifically. The little piece of bone in her brain has been expertly placed to reduce her to unconsciousness whenever anything threatens to disturb her scarred brain tissue.] I was nearly devoured, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [She's doing better at this now. She's still clipped and matter of fact.] The hunger we had been feeling became all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and her voice said mercy. But we could not bring ourselves to do what we believed she asked of us. We tried to devour whatever else we could to assuage our hunger, but instead we perished there.