P is for Poison
Nier is surprised that it doesn't hurt. She's never been poisoned before, but from what people say, she figures it would hurt. Instead, it reminds her of when she was starving to death in her family's dungeon, that slow feeling of wasting away. Like something's inside of her, taking small bites so that bit-by-bit, she'll pass away. She doesn't mind dying, but the waiting is painful.
"I wish... it were faster..." she mumbles, drawing her arms over her chest. "I don't like... waiting like this..."
Walking is too tiring, and so Death carries her, draped across the primal beast's arms like she's being brought to bed after a long night. They drift silently through the city streets, some section of Golden that isn't too overrun yet. Only their companion's footsteps sound in the tense silence, occasionally broken by Nier's tired words.
"Ereshkigal, did you find anything...?" she calls, her voice straining to carry more than a few feet away. "I don't know that much about poisons, but they... they usually have antidotes, don't they...?"
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