not fucking Tomb Raider

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Shhh...Close your eyes.You can lose three pints of blood before you die, or is it less than that? More? Oh God, oh Jesus, oh shit, she's going to die down here she's going to die oh God. Oh, Sarah

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When Arthur rushed into the kitchen at the sound of the scream, a part of him wondered in idle thought why it was that people who looked as if they should be dead were making a habit of appearing on the tables. Perhaps it was part of their enchantments? Whatever the reason, it did not matter now, as the woman was distressed, hysteric perhaps, and needed aide.

"Lady," he said calmly, hands raised just slightly, palms facing her in a placating, peaceful gesture. "Lady, I mean you no harm. Will you let me help you?"

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"There's nothing you can do for her now," Arthur informed her gravely, not taking his eyes away from her. He was sympathetic, but that was the truth of the matter.

"She is there, and you are here, and there is no way to control your return."

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"But she's on her own."

A tear rolls down Beth's cheek, leaving a pale trail in all of that blood. You do everything you can, to keep your friend from feeling any more pain. You do everything you can, and you still end up leaving her in the dark.

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Arthur hesitated for only a moment, not sure how to word what he felt the need to say. "It is.. a strange sort of magic," he said with some difficultly, then continued on. "The world you left is somehow separate from this. Things carry on in the place you left as they should. Your friend will not notice your absence, because to her, you are still there. You are still there with her while you are still here in this room."

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Beth figures she's dead either way. And Sarah's on her own either way.

"She..." Beth drops her head. "I asked her not to leave me. They made such a horrible...fucking...noise."

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"They are gone now," Arthur informed her, finality in his voice. "And you are safe here."

He paused, looking her over once more. His nose did not wrinkle at the smell, but she was filthy. "Come," he said. "You should bathe, please."

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There's something about him, something about the way that he talks to her that reminds her of her father, and it makes it easier to trust him.

"Okay," she says, her voice broken, a little like a child. "Alright."

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Relief washed over him as she acquiesced, though none of this showed on his face. Arthur simply nodded, a degree of softness to his expression as he offered her his hand.

"You will feel better for it," he assured her.

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You're mad. You're utterly out of your mind. You're about to go with this man, and now...fuck.

She took his hand.