FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

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.]

Comments

[lightnen]

...Huh. Probably.

[ Sounds pretty messed up though, is what he wants to say but refrains from it. ]

Can't say i've ever heard of someone being actually immortal. Pretty weird stuff... I don't imagine you took all that information well, either.

[carries_war]

I...lost control. In front of everyone...they didn't even know what I was, and I...

[His gaze falls to the floor.]

Well, they know now. Albedo made sure to show them my monstrous side.

[lightnen]

[ Something about this sounded familiar to him in a way he couldn't explain, but it was definitely relatable when it came to some of the stuff he had to put up with. ]

Everyone has times when they lose control, right? The when and where isn't something we can choose.

[ He can only hope this works as some form of reassurance. ]

[carries_war]

I've spent my whole life learning to control this, to keep the Red Dragon suppressed so I don't...end up like that. When I lose control, it's not just a violent temper tantrum, it's...I forget my humanity. I become just...just the weapon I was created to be.

[lightnen]

...I... know how that feels. It's different compared to yours but... similar enough that I get it. Doesn't feel great.

[ While the words seem casual enough, there's a bitter note to his voice and a darkness in his eyes briefly. ]