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What have you done?

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//Jen puts her hands on Scribe’s body and allows Scrive to renter it.//

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/The decay stopped... can we put scribe back in now?\

*If the cat did what she was supposed to, then yes.*

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{Alright, we’ve got her. I’ll be seeing you.}

We will keep trying to find a way to fix this.

Keep her safe...

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{Alright... I’ll pull her in.} //She holds on to Scribe’s hand and concentrates.//

We will keep looking for a way to stop this.

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//There’s no response from Scribe.//

She hasn’t responded at all since Illyria brought her back.

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{Yeah....} //Now that she sees Scribe’s condition, she seems very worried. She kneels down next to the writer.// {Scribe? Can you hear me?}

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((oh derp)) {I’m Margin’s anxiety. Nice to meet you.}

//Essix still looks concerned, but Creek doesn’t mind her presence at all so he decides to trust her.//

Ghost said you could take Scribe into the mindscape. It seems we may have to do that.

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//After a moment of silence,Jen opens her eyes.// {...Hey Illyria. Ghost filled me in.}

//Essix tilts his head and does a squint.//

It’s okay...Jen is nice.

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/Alright. I’ll see if Jen will talk to me...\

//Illyria nods and takes off to find Unwritten, and Essix takes her spot by Creek. She leans against him.//

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*None of us do. But....* //She trails off, eyes widening.// *Wait. Where’s Unwritten?*

//Illyria frowns and looks around, worried. She gets up.//

*I’m going to go find her.*

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/Out if the question, Creek. We need to figure out something else.\

//Creek looks away, and subconsciously rubs the mark on her wrist.//

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/We need a bargain. What could be more valuable to her than Scribe’s death?\

*...I don’t know...*

...Would she take me?

*No. No, no, no. Absolutely not.*

//Creek looks at Scribe.//

I don’t want her to die...

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*She basically said to let her die.* //Absoleen growls.// *That can’t happen! Not again.*

//Illyria growls.//

*We are not going to let that happen.*

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/Did the cat give you any clue what to do?\

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/Of course. For now let’s just give her some space to breathe.\

//Illyria nods.//

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//There’s a loud crash before Absoleen returns to the living room. She’s panting heavily, shaking as her eyes go to Scribe.// *Any change?*

*No. If anything, she has gotten worse.*

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/If push comes to shove I can get Jen to let her consciousness into our mind. She won’t die.\

*Perhaps...as a last resort.*