[Sinclair squeezes the marble a little more tightly and nods. It's gruesome. It's nothing short of cruel, even. But they had reached their limit here, mentally and physically. ]
I wont be reckless. I intend on coming back from this no matter what.
[He lets out a shaky breath; he understood from the beginning why Limbus Company had selected those without homes, without people to return to. He doesn't want to be another nightmare for Oria to live through.
He wants to live, with Oria, with all his loved ones.
But this is the only promise he can offer. He pulls away at the impatient calls from Heathcliff and the others. If Oria meets Rodya's or Gregor's gaze, they give him a grim look and a nod.
No one here entered battle with the intention of dying. He pulls out the last bit of equipment from the case, a strange looking coat, that settled over him and had the vines twisting up further his arm.
As they descend down the stairs, he hears the movements, slithering and flesh like. And they descend into a cavern - Sinclair wondered if it had existed before this. No matter.
Kromer is there, hands stained with blood and whistles, as she reaches for the abnormality, eyes wide and fascinated, a flush of delight written all over her face. It's sickening. His grip on the Fae Lantern glaive tightens, and he trembles with barely restrained hatred]
Kromer...
["Ahaha...Sinclair. My Sinclair. You've finally come. I've been waiting such a long, long time for you."
He bites back a snarl, but the hatred in his eyes is all too obvious]
This ends today. No more.
[He's sorry Michel. But monsters were real here. And Kromer...
He watches in horror as the abnormality seems to reach out and draw Kromer in, bit by bit. Flesh, devouring flesh.
"The Fuck is that." That must have been Heathcliff.
"Soorrrryyyy Sinclair. You're too late. As always---"]
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I wont be reckless. I intend on coming back from this no matter what.
[He lets out a shaky breath; he understood from the beginning why Limbus Company had selected those without homes, without people to return to. He doesn't want to be another nightmare for Oria to live through.
He wants to live, with Oria, with all his loved ones.
But this is the only promise he can offer. He pulls away at the impatient calls from Heathcliff and the others. If Oria meets Rodya's or Gregor's gaze, they give him a grim look and a nod.
No one here entered battle with the intention of dying. He pulls out the last bit of equipment from the case, a strange looking coat, that settled over him and had the vines twisting up further his arm.
As they descend down the stairs, he hears the movements, slithering and flesh like. And they descend into a cavern - Sinclair wondered if it had existed before this. No matter.
Kromer is there, hands stained with blood and whistles, as she reaches for the abnormality, eyes wide and fascinated, a flush of delight written all over her face. It's sickening. His grip on the Fae Lantern glaive tightens, and he trembles with barely restrained hatred]
Kromer...
["Ahaha...Sinclair. My Sinclair. You've finally come. I've been waiting such a long, long time for you."
He bites back a snarl, but the hatred in his eyes is all too obvious]
This ends today. No more.
[He's sorry Michel. But monsters were real here. And Kromer...
He watches in horror as the abnormality seems to reach out and draw Kromer in, bit by bit. Flesh, devouring flesh.
"The Fuck is that." That must have been Heathcliff.
"Soorrrryyyy Sinclair. You're too late. As always---"]