BUT WHEN YOU FIGHT,
YOU'LL FIGHT ALONE.

CAN YOU OPEN YOUR EYES?
SEE THE BLOOD'S ON THE GROUND?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM CALLING OUT?

WHEN THE BLOOD WASHES OVER ME,
GOD I HOPE IT CAN WASH THIS BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.

It is bearing down on me.

(( i'd like to make a hornet account too but i'd feel bad for overshadowing riley's hornet. so

(( actually something i've been meaning to do for a month i just got busy

(( FUUCK NOW I HAVE TO MAKE A SHERMA ACCOUNT

[ drying his wings of blood. scouting gluttony gets fairly... messy. ]

You are agony. A numbing arm. A parched throat. An open wound. Your soul forced back into existence. ‘I love you.’

fear and adrenaline guide you, now. this is the path — the only plausible path, really — that you can pave. this /is/ you, now, and you have to stick with it.

the archangel treads with shaky hooves to the foot of the stairs.

Now listen to me young angel. I am talking directly into your ear now. I need you to do me a favor. You will do this for me. I need you to go to the cabin and I need you to tell the bastard narrating there that you're freeing the Princess. If you come back emptyhanded you'll be in big trouble. You'l

[ standing up from the computer ] i ddon't think i can play this game anymore

(( Trexx Lied. She got One new thing

you made it this far. you have to get up.

(( SO I DID GET SOMETHING NEW!!!

(( yeah that

(( ??? the dragon, razor, and tower weren't new? i don't remember seeing them though

(( okay well. with spectre i got the?? the other thing. where you're stuck with her

(( mhm.

(( just. razor and tower

(( n. no.

(( i did go back on saves not realizing that erases the vessel i Just Got, but in order: the "exorcist," the prisoner, the stranger, the tower, the razor

(( anyway. beat the game once. i think i accidently got, like, most of the new content right away. oops

(( i fear she may be my favorite.

(( HIHIHIHIHIHI

Turn from the ruin. Turn and go *forward*.

BUT EACH OF US WAS BORN TO DIE.

like a spark hitting gasoline, his hands clench; his porcelain arm is somehow revealed, here, and the tension he manifests forces a slight crack along the forearm.

he finds the courage to speak,

“i‐i—”

no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./

“i’ll... set you f-free.”

(( aw... bummer. i'm sorry </3