Still, we picked an outcome. At least I hope in the end I can say we did our best. [This entire time, Mio has been trying to fight back against the path constraining them. Imploring Adela to use her strengths to aid them, hesitating to vote for anyone to die...She couldn't even really bring herself to put down Walter's name when the things he had done were no worse than Adela and Makima or a Consul.
Mio's hand instinctively lifts to rub the grey mark on the side of her neck, its red center particularly faded in the darkness of night.]
Did you know you were dying the entire time? Or did you remember it after the second execution?
[Erika sounds... distant. Forlorn. She looks at the mark, close enough to touch. Some kind of curse she would imagine. Some other fantasy tripe like that.
What does it matter? She was never going to see her again anyway. She'd leave this place and end up in another closed circle where everyone starts dropping dead, and the cycle would continue.]
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Mio's hand instinctively lifts to rub the grey mark on the side of her neck, its red center particularly faded in the darkness of night.]
Yeah. Just about a month.
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[Erika sounds... distant. Forlorn. She looks at the mark, close enough to touch. Some kind of curse she would imagine. Some other fantasy tripe like that.
What does it matter? She was never going to see her again anyway. She'd leave this place and end up in another closed circle where everyone starts dropping dead, and the cycle would continue.]