[ he repeats, softy, agreeing. that's what it means, sometimes, to walk with the flame. it's what it meant to face sir sazantos, in hell, too. he hated it, but it was - to fight him was what had to be done.
his weight leans a little more into hers. ] And... we'll find a way to get them all back. They're looking for one, too. They're somewhere, alive. We just have to keep holding onto that.
Oh...! Um, no, but, yes. Hang on, I have something... someone gave it to me right after we talked about Miss Camille. It's not really about doing anything, but... It is some heartening news. Here.
[ rondo reaches into his breast pocket, and after a moment, pulls out a small, folded piece of paper. ]
—been monitoring everyone's conditions upon arrival, and after a month of consistent results, it seems safe to conclude this much: no one here has a connection to their monsters. They lose their power and forego the ability to grant themselves a wish, but in turn, can no longer be possessed and manipulated by the cult in such a way.
Could it have something to do with this place? Meanwhile, they've only been getting themselves into more trouble lately, which is a headache, but I can't discourage their efforts.
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silence, for a bit, as her hand clench and unclench. almost absently. one hand settles on her thigh and curls.]
You've got to do horrible things to get a good ending sometimes, Rondo. I know you know that.
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[ he repeats, softy, agreeing. that's what it means, sometimes, to walk with the flame. it's what it meant to face sir sazantos, in hell, too. he hated it, but it was - to fight him was what had to be done.
his weight leans a little more into hers. ] And... we'll find a way to get them all back. They're looking for one, too. They're somewhere, alive. We just have to keep holding onto that.
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Right. [her fingers dig into her thigh, and then ease up.] You hear anything new from anybody? About doing things.
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[ rondo reaches into his breast pocket, and after a moment, pulls out a small, folded piece of paper. ]
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Huh. [...] That's good, though, that's more news. I'm glad we're seeing these.
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[ thank god, honestly. rondo's second largest fear of this entire process. ]
And it sounds like our companions are lively, somewhere, so... that's nice to hear, too. I only pray they can find a way to us.