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AMETHYST

[The room is circular and surrounded by a series of ionic columns, the floor and ceiling stretching overhead fashioned out of cracked, white stone. The area beyond the columns is pitch black, and the room itself is lit only by dimly flickering candles. The candles rest on top of a stone table, which sits in the middle of the room.

And next to the candles rest four numbered boxes]

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[well. this sucks. c-coughing and curling up]

Ugh...

--Jill? What's wrong?

[ Brow furrowing. ]

This hardly seems like a result of having 'hope'.

It isn't. Someone's given us their bottle.

Honestly how irresponsible of them.

And self-serving.

The vial will prove more valuable than we imagined, if this continues.

Especially if they just keep getting worse.

[tries to catch her breath]

I feel awfully sick all of a sudden -- [breaks off in another coughing fit]

I-I guess someone gave us something.

[...displeased]

Would you like the hope? We have it.

No, thank you. What if we get something worse this time? We'd -- [coughing]

We'd better save it.

...Alright. But if it gets bad, you're taking it.

[shivers, curling up in Lucky's coat]

I'll be all right.

I'm sure you will be. But if we don't need to hold on to the hope, we might as well use it.

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Miss Jill?

[coughing fit, please hold]

I guess -- someone gave us something.

We'd better pick the next box.

All right. Any particular number strike your fancy?

We did one last time. We could just keep working our way -- [coughing] -- along.

Numero dos then! I'll go give it a look-see. You sit tight.

Thanks, English.

[curling up in Lucky's coat]

[DAMN YOU UNIVERSE! ...At least it's just being sick, though.]

[Lucky is suddenly glad for her coat and tails. It's not TOO helpful, but it'll hopefully help keep her warm if Lucky wraps her up in it.

Shut up.]

Come here. Feeling anything we should worry about?

[shakes her head, coming over and letting herself be bundled up]

No, it's just like a bad cold.

Well, that's something, at least. [Hand-to-forehead fever test] You're hot, but I don't think it's anything to worry about. [mutter] You'd think she could at least put some seats in here...

There's nothing wrong with the floor.

[coughing fit]

Sorry.

Other than it being hard and cold. [smooths Jill's hair back absently] Don't apologize, it's not your fault.

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