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[calledironeyes]

Marsh sits in the room, resting. He rests more than he is active these days and the voice whispers to him constantly. If it weren't for Rider - but she is here, his beautiful Medusa, and he turns his blind face to follow the sound of her breathing.

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[rider_servant]

Her hand rests on his cheek.

He gave me eyes and now is blind.

She sat on the bed beside him.

[calledironeyes]

He lifted his hand to cover hers and sighed. "I don't know that I can take much more of this, Rider." His voice grated, closer to what the Inquisitors sounded like and farther from his own. "It keeps telling me that it is God. I think that the others will need to finish without me, it is time to go away with you."

Without his world, the voice will leave him alone. He had chosen to believe that.

[rider_servant]

"Then we go away. It's simple enough. We don't even need to leave here."

[calledironeyes]

That made him smile, and squeeze her hand. "Anywhere you are."