[Lysithea's tone is somewhere between incredulity and wonder. She slowly walks down the hallway towards her friend, her words coming in a somewhat belabored manner, drawing great breaths between phrases.]
I feel... very odd. But I think... we have time to escape.
[Time to kick the darkblood zealot in the shins, too, as she passes, though she has no idea if it's effective or not.]
So this... is the power of blood... I almost thought...
[The monochrome world begins to slowly saturate with color as Lysithea tries to draw breath. ...They really need to go.]
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[Lysithea's tone is somewhere between incredulity and wonder. She slowly walks down the hallway towards her friend, her words coming in a somewhat belabored manner, drawing great breaths between phrases.]
I feel... very odd. But I think... we have time to escape.
[Time to kick the darkblood zealot in the shins, too, as she passes, though she has no idea if it's effective or not.]
So this... is the power of blood... I almost thought...
[The monochrome world begins to slowly saturate with color as Lysithea tries to draw breath. ...They really need to go.]