[ she smothers some pained, grieving expression that leaks into her face. it is wet and trembling and lasts only a moment. something that he's said seems to push through. perhaps for no reason other than she wants allies, she wants to not be alone in this, but —
and as she says this, her voice quivers — ]
He'll kill you. If you're particularly unlucky, he'll make you wish you were dead.
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and as she says this, her voice quivers — ]
He'll kill you. If you're particularly unlucky, he'll make you wish you were dead.