[ Yuri's strength is fading, but he holds on as best he can, focusing on holding the guy so Kaeya can interrogate him. But at that answer, Yuri digs his knee in harder, pulling on the guy's arms ]
He said, where's the exit?
[ He grates it out, and the zealot gasps under his weight ]
No exit. Have to sacrifice.
[ Yuri growls, yanking harder ]
What the hell does that mean?!
[ The zealot laughs, and Yuri wants to smack the guy. For what they did to him, for what they did to Flynn, and Lysithea, and, probably, Kaeya ]
Sacrifice to the Tower. Then, maybe, he'll let you out.
[Though Kaeya asks the question, some part of him is certain he already knows, and even the thought leaves a leaden feeling of nausea dropping into the pit of his stomach.
The zealot laughs again and the sound is discordant, like it can't quite decide whether to be a low chuckle or a high pitched manic laugh and it vacillates wildly between the two irregularly.]
Blood. Organs. Proper sacrifices.
[Kaeya shudders.] Is that so? [That's a steep price for exit. And the darker part of him is wondering if this twisted, sadistic asshole would suffice.]
[ Part of Yuri shutters at that. Of course it's blood and organs. This place is obsessed with blood, and these people even more. He growls ]
Where? Where do we do it?
Altar, up stairs.
[ Yuri's pretty sure that's all the information they need, and the anger is swirling in his gut. He brings his elbow down on the zealot's temple, and they lose consciousness. He gets up, limbs weak under him, and looks at Kaeya ]
Guess we have our marching orders, unless that lady wants to be nice and get us the hell out of here.
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He said, where's the exit?
[ He grates it out, and the zealot gasps under his weight ]
No exit. Have to sacrifice.
[ Yuri growls, yanking harder ]
What the hell does that mean?!
[ The zealot laughs, and Yuri wants to smack the guy. For what they did to him, for what they did to Flynn, and Lysithea, and, probably, Kaeya ]
Sacrifice to the Tower. Then, maybe, he'll let you out.
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[Though Kaeya asks the question, some part of him is certain he already knows, and even the thought leaves a leaden feeling of nausea dropping into the pit of his stomach.
The zealot laughs again and the sound is discordant, like it can't quite decide whether to be a low chuckle or a high pitched manic laugh and it vacillates wildly between the two irregularly.]
Blood. Organs. Proper sacrifices.
[Kaeya shudders.] Is that so? [That's a steep price for exit. And the darker part of him is wondering if this twisted, sadistic asshole would suffice.]
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Where? Where do we do it?
Altar, up stairs.
[ Yuri's pretty sure that's all the information they need, and the anger is swirling in his gut. He brings his elbow down on the zealot's temple, and they lose consciousness. He gets up, limbs weak under him, and looks at Kaeya ]
Guess we have our marching orders, unless that lady wants to be nice and get us the hell out of here.
[ He waits a beat, just in case. No such luck. ]
Man, she really has it out for me.