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FINAL WEEK
[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.
Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.
Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.
Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.
There are seven strangers left.]
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[When the hall grows silent, Eric seems worried about the woman's absence - takes some of Fie's dirt to fling around the room just in case, but when it reveals nothing, he simply curses and heads outside, looking like he's full of dread.
His steps slow to a halt as the image plays out in his head - his hand, with the ring, touching thick glass. It's the first memory he's had where he was actually wearing it, and on the other side, another hand reaches to touch his, the silver band on her finger identical. It's Mira's hand. (In the doorway, Eric is wide eyed, and sparkles come out without thinking.)
What happens after that is a blur, and he's confused even in his memories, but... knowing for sure where this wedding ring came from, it overwhelms him to fall on his knees. He cradles that hand in his other, bringing it to his face so it looks almost like he's curling up in a ball. Tears stream down his face.]
Oh god... Mira...
[He can't handle these overwhelming emotions, this strong love mixing with his utter terror.]
later;
[There's a lot of bodies in that chamber, and in his hands, Eric still has a knife. He's crouching down before one of them, holding it in his hands.
Gritting his teeth, he plunges it into the corpse's chest. Carving. He doesn't seem to be fully in his right mind.]
Debate Hall
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You don't want to know, Papyrus.
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What's wrong ]
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G-Get off. [Continuing at a mutter,] I have to do something about this...
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Not until you explain ]
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[Fine, but his expression becomes weathered as he explains.]
Listen, Maglor. That potion you... you got dosed with was made with a human heart. It's not the only one like that. Do you get it now?
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...Well, if that means you do ... then just lemme do it. I don't deserve your sympathy anyway.
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Don't be stupid ]
cuttin out some hearts aw yeah
That's pretty gross.
yeaaaaaaaah gore!!
Haha. I know... this is wrong. Even so... I have to do what it takes... I don't want us to die.
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What're you trying to do, anyways? I don't think we're desperate enough to wanna eat them.
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N-No way! I wasn't...
[He takes a breath, but it's full of the stench of this corpse, so that doesn't help much.]
Ugh, it's not that. It's the hearts. They're an alchemy component, you know?
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What are they even supposed to do? Seems kind of overboard.
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Beats me. I don't understand any of this, but I can follow a recipe. If there's another big battle, I should be able to do some damage like this.
[A week or so's worth of training won't give him the combat skills he'd need to stand up against enemies like these.]
I just... have to get out of here. For Mira.
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[It's definitely not as easy as handling a gun, but it's better than nothing, here. But well. Seeing him all bloodied and worn down here, she can't even make any jabs about his cheesiness and such. Sucks.]
We're all gonna get out. We just have a little more to do after this.
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[Like digging through a guy's chest doesn't. He seems oddly detached about that. He realizes that's pretty strange, when the crossbow and doing this should make him nervous for the same reason, being part of the same memory.
But he supposes the idea of being killed is always more frightening in the end. Even if he would gladly die for his angel, and that hasn't changed. It's why he's done everything he's done.
Why hearing 'just a little more', he still doesn't feel like he's moving forward just yet.]
...I hope you're right, Fie.
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What the hell are you doing up here?
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I'm cutting out their hearts. Why, did you want to give these sons of bitches a proper burial?
[It's in the back of his mind that he still owes this guy thanks, but that can wait.]
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[He gives one of the corpses a nudge with his foot.]
Just figured the room full of corpses would be the last place to find you.
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I don't care anymore. I just want to meet Mira again... for that, I don't care what I have to do.
[His ring is still on his finger, even though that means it's soaked in gore.]
I'm certain she won't mind.
Gore over here
[Now that he remembers her, he can't help worrying about MOMO. Her cries for his help are vivid in his mind after that vision, and though his ankle tattoo tells him there's still more he doesn't remember...but that just worries him more, not knowing if she's safe.
He knows she'd be horrified at what he's about to do, especially as a Realian, but she's already seen the monster hiding behind his childish face. He doesn't hesitate as he sits down with an armory knife to carve muscle from bone.]
Just that much more motivation to leave that invisible bitch and any of her accomplices just like these guys.
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He doesn't voice agreement with that motivation, though. Instead, his teeth simply grit in anger and he lowers his head, though it's hard to tell if it's sorrow or something more complicated than that.]
No... that's not enough. I need answers from them.
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[His knife moves with the harshness of anger.]
We'll pry their pathetic excuses and justifications out of them, make them tell us how to get home, and maybe then I'll be merciful and finish them off quick. But whatever we find out, they die. We can't risk them doing something like this again.
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