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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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there's something insane happening in Tsumugi's bubble, but the babbling and crashing is just background noise to her own heartbeat in her ears as Nessa, broken, dying, crawls her way towards her.
she's going to die trying to reach her. if she'd done more, maybe she'd still be...! if she were a better teacher. a better friend. just better, in general.
the frantic Magic Missiles have stopped, abruptly, like flicking a switch. suddenly there's no fight in her, only bargaining.
her voice comes out splitting and raw: ] Get away from her! Bitch! Shadow. Take me instead! There is so much you can force from me. Do you hear me? I'll kill you!
[ but she knows Esmau won't stop. the executioner doesn't stay her blade on account of the audience. so she stumbles forward: ] --Nessa! Look at me! Just l-look at me, lapochka.
Re: REACTION
She slowly brings her head up...and looks at Sprezzatura. She wheezes, blood pouring from her mouth. She can't say anything. But she does as she's told and looks at her teacher.]
Re: REACTION
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hhhh....
mss...sp...
[Nessa slowly lifts her other arm. There might as well be an ocean between them, but the girl still tries to reach out for her.]
Re: REACTION
[ she's pushing her palms hard against the inside of her bubble, like if she just put enough into it, she could break through and take her hand. if she were stronger. if she didn't feel pain. ]
I need your--I need your help.
[ "Miiine? Ha ha! What's in it for me?" ]