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[Endgame: rise or DROWN]
[How long have you been exploring Nessa's palace now? You've met her family, viewed her memories, learned how to fight as a witch and tried to find the source of her power and the Treasure of her palace: the Voidheart. And along the way, you've tired your best, with mixed success, to avoid the incarnation of her eldest cousin and the representation of her trauma and fear, the Nightmare of Esmau.]
[Wherever you are in the Palace right now, you feel the ground briefly shake under your feet. Little shakes here and there haven't been out of the ordinary - Esmau is trying to blow the place down to the studs, after all. But that felt different. That felt....worse.]
[Your phone beeps as you receive a message.]
[Wherever you are in the Palace right now, you feel the ground briefly shake under your feet. Little shakes here and there haven't been out of the ordinary - Esmau is trying to blow the place down to the studs, after all. But that felt different. That felt....worse.]
[Your phone beeps as you receive a message.]
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Well, you look wide awake to me. At the time when Nessa needs you most, even.
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What if I'm still asleep after this is over...?
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[a small cant of his head]
But what's most important is the fact that you're awake right now, and what you decide to do with the time you've been given.
Is panicking about what might happen when this is over going to help Nessa?
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No, I...
I can't. Let her down, again...I won't let her down again!
[And he punches a hand into his own black hole. His eyes glow violet, as does his hand.]
This time, I'm gonna save her, god dammit!
[And with his own power, Caesar forces the hole shut. Pulls his hand back out of his chest and immediately bends over, putting his hands on his knees.]
Hurrrrrrggghhhhhhhh....
[It looks like that took a lot out of him. He...might throw up in a sec.]
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Damn right you are!!!
[. . .]
[well after he takes a moment to be sick, Akira supposes. Akira crouches next to him, hand on Caesar's back]
. . . if you puke, I'll hold your hair back.
[what a good dude]
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[Deep breath. And he stands back up and clears his throat.]
Nope, just in my mouth. We're good.
[The haze around the two of them begins to fade.]
Oi....I'll do everything I can from here.
Knock that smug look off of Esmau's face for me, will ya.
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This upcoming asskicking will be dedicated to you, then.