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Purple Evening Lily
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"What I don't understand is why you're burdening yourself with dragging the wounded along with you. How does this benefit you?"
You remain silent. Zyeryh starts talking, quietly, struggling to speak coherently.
"Woryeh, I don't want to die, I don't want to die I'm scared it hurts Woryeh please..."
"Hold on. Just hold on. Please."
It doesn't sound like you're being followed.
In fact, you can't hear anything at all apart from the sound of Zyeryh scraping against the metal floor, and her desperate babble.
You want to shout at this metal monstrosity. You want to shout and scream and slice and rip and sever, but you would only prove it right. And it would only waste precious time you need for Zyeryh.
"I'm scared, Woryeh, it's cold, I feel sick, I'm sorry, I'm sorry this happened, I am, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I'm going to help you. I'm here for you, Zyeryh. Stay with me. You mean everything to me, Zyeryh, and I'm not letting you die down here while my hearts are still beating!"
It's light enough to see the long trail of blood you're leaving behind you. You had no idea she was this badly injured.
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