[Yuma opens her mouth like she's about to say something, but then closes it. moments later she speaks again, only this time the horror in her voice is very evident. she can't hide it well right now]
[...her fingers snake from her hand, longer and longer, till they wrap about the Forge and draw it closer.]
[She stares at the camera, her face blank, empty... for a moment. And then she looks away, and she looks young again, and fragile.]
Arthur. I had a dream. I lived in a little castle in the snow. It was cold, always cold, like living inside winter. And there were always stars and never light. Not after the dusk came, and turned everything all red, and then blue, and then black.
And the land was so barren that the towns were spread and spread, and you could walk for days and never see anyone except... that one person. [A little pause.] No, two. But the second changes... sometimes
( ... )
These thorns have a will. They drown me in their blossoms, black blossoms that stink of death. They chase me with their blades, and cut my limbs off, and they wouldn't help me remember.
[A little head tip.]
They should thank me. It's harder not to kill her than it is to let her die, and if she kept throwing herself in my way, it would have become too annoying to try.
This way, she won't move anymore. Not for a while.
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[Priscilla just gets this face and this face only]
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[Oh, yes.]
Yuma. Is there a problem?
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Priscilla? W...What's going on?
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Do you dream?
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She's- Clarice can't speak, incoherent sounds barely bubbling forth.]
A-ah... ah- [This can't be happening.]
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Clarice. Number 47. Do you want to claim this girl?
She was your predecessor, wasn't she?
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C-Cla- [Finally, she manages to choke out a few words.] Prsi... Priscilla, w-why?
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...Priscilla?
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[She pauses, and tips her head up as though listening to something.]
...was it my second? They twist together like vines, sometimes. I can't decide where one starts and the other ends. They overlap.
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Would that be easier?
[...her fingers snake from her hand, longer and longer, till they wrap about the Forge and draw it closer.]
[She stares at the camera, her face blank, empty... for a moment. And then she looks away, and she looks young again, and fragile.]
Arthur. I had a dream. I lived in a little castle in the snow. It was cold, always cold, like living inside winter. And there were always stars and never light. Not after the dusk came, and turned everything all red, and then blue, and then black.
And the land was so barren that the towns were spread and spread, and you could walk for days and never see anyone except... that one person. [A little pause.] No, two. But the second changes... sometimes ( ... )
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If there are thorns at your throat, you remove them. That's not so unusual.
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[A little head tip.]
They should thank me. It's harder not to kill her than it is to let her die, and if she kept throwing herself in my way, it would have become too annoying to try.
This way, she won't move anymore. Not for a while.
We recover quickly, our kind.
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[There is, however, a notable spike in her yoki.]
--Clare!
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...Teresa. Your avenger is here.
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