♫ kunzite ♫

[dramatispersonae]

You're in a sumptuous room, with rich brocade in your team colors and fine appointments in copper and marble that should look bright and beautiful -- but everything is dusty and grey, with a furtive, abandoned air. This is a place that's been locked away for a long time. It feels as if it would be sad to linger here for long.

Fortunately (perhaps), after one good look at the room, you catch a brief, pained snatch of melody. Your vision goes dark, and you immediately find your mind somewhere else-- ♫

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[dramatispersonae]

Someone is next to you - a teammate? a friend? the bearer of your favor? They've been encouraging you, helping you get ahead of the hunters. They've promised you that they won't leave you, and you trust them - but as you flee, you can feel rather than see an absence at your side where there should be support.

When you look back, they're curled up around an arrow in their gut. You feel the stab of it as painfully as if it'd dug into your own flesh. How could they do this? How you could you let this happen? How could those who cared for each other fail so completely together? You can count the beats of their heart, driving the blood that escapes from their veins in a scarlet pool. (How could they leave you like this?)

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[isfet]

[swallows his cry of surprise before it can be much more than a faint sound of distress... nononono. too close to home.]

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[seasidelove]

[why is this happeningggggg]

No—Isn't... isn't there a way...

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[isfet]

[it's too late, it's always too late.]

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[seasidelove]

[no it's not it can never be too late :(]

Shes?

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[isfet]

[IT REALLY, REALLY CAN BE.]

.. shit.

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[seasidelove]

[I don't want to think there is though ;w;]

[She's going to try, though, her hands hovering uncertainly as she tries to figure out a good place to even start]

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[despotic]

That's -- not. . .

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[seasidelove]

There has to be a way!