“Healer? There’s no healer in the world that can help her now. Look at her eyes.”
“… so it was true. She was allied with the- the-”
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“Healer? There’s no healer in the world that can help her now. Look at her eyes.”
“… so it was true. She was allied with the- the-”
Umber: “Incarnadine- Incarnadine wake up, we haven’t much time!”
Umber: “In- oh, Sighted… guard! Guard! Come quickly, we need to get her to a healer-“
I think that symbol set something off. It had to have, because that was when it all came together. Whatever lies I wrote down- the dreams had a very different ending.
The Sightless: “Didn’t it? When you were sixteen, you prayed for a way out of the slums. Two days later you managed to sneak onto a freighter that took you straight to your… teacher.”
The Sightless: “… I listen to everyone who prays to me. It’s just a matter of who’s interesting enough to answer.”
“And so it begins, dear Incarnadine. Seven lives. Seven more chances. Do something great next time, won’t you?”
Incarnadine “I- it wasn’t really- I mean-“
The Sightless: “Oh what, now you’re worried about heresy? Funny little thing, aren’t you?”
Incarnadine “I’ve prayed to you before. It didn’t seem to matter then.”
The Sightless: “A good show.”