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[Edelgard grips the sheets, cold sweat gathering on their brow.]
[He's watching her, watching all of them, occasionally writing something in his notebook. She's caught glances of it before, but the text is incomprehensible to her. He never speaks directly to them, but happily >
[He's watching her, watching all of them, occasionally writing something in his notebook. She's caught glances of it before, but the text is incomprehensible to her. He never speaks directly to them, but happily >
< discusses them with his coworkers, always referring to them by numbers.
The only time he ever addresses her, is when she's the only one left. And the second crest has taken. But he still speaks of her as if she's an object.
'A shame we still haven't figured out how to >
The only time he ever addresses her, is when she's the only one left. And the second crest has taken. But he still speaks of her as if she's an object.
'A shame we still haven't figured out how to >
< compensate for the strain... but no matter. Thirty years is more than enough time for you to fulfill your purpose.'
A sickening grin splits his face, and Edelgard only wishes she had the dagger to plunge into his heart, then and there.
'You should be honored, π π°πΆπ³ >
A sickening grin splits his face, and Edelgard only wishes she had the dagger to plunge into his heart, then and there.
'You should be honored, π π°πΆπ³ >
< ππ’π«π¦π΄π΅πΊ.'
Something about this dream was different. The way he'd called her title, the sound of his voice...
ππ¦π³π¦ π©πͺπ΄ π¦πΊπ¦π΄ π’ππΈπ’πΊπ΄ π¨π³π¦π¦π―?
To her utter horror, the scientist's appearance shifted before her eyes--]
[Edelgard nearly launches herself >
Something about this dream was different. The way he'd called her title, the sound of his voice...
ππ¦π³π¦ π©πͺπ΄ π¦πΊπ¦π΄ π’ππΈπ’πΊπ΄ π¨π³π¦π¦π―?
To her utter horror, the scientist's appearance shifted before her eyes--]
[Edelgard nearly launches herself >
< out of bed in a blind panic, barely suppressing a scream.]
