[ The irony isn't lost on her. Mel doesn't wince but her gaze softens, regretful. ]
True enough. I...worry that at some point we'll need to leave this city. But being beyond the barrier for long stretches of time, alone and otherwise, likely won't keep our changes under control.
[ Not that they're under control here, either. They're all fumbling along and trying to figure things out. ]
I think it was just after you arrived. There were people missing in the district, with people wearing suits wandering around. The Velvet Claw asked us to investigate. Rather, citizens put in an ad to get help. We... [ Her throat closes briefly. ] ...I don't know if the people we found were connected completely. But there were bones and pieces of bodies in the Asphodel Fields, in the marshlands. And, further out, walking corpses. Creatures without souls or thought any longer.
[ Mel stares straight ahead because she knows if she looks on him, he'll see the agony and horror in her eyes at the memory. How her newfound ability to see souls only made the reality all the worse. But her hands, folded into each other, are clenched tight enough to bleach her knuckles; her lips are pressed so firmly together that they could shatter stone. ]
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Date: 2025-08-03 06:22 pm (UTC)True enough. I...worry that at some point we'll need to leave this city. But being beyond the barrier for long stretches of time, alone and otherwise, likely won't keep our changes under control.
[ Not that they're under control here, either. They're all fumbling along and trying to figure things out. ]
I think it was just after you arrived. There were people missing in the district, with people wearing suits wandering around. The Velvet Claw asked us to investigate. Rather, citizens put in an ad to get help. We... [ Her throat closes briefly. ] ...I don't know if the people we found were connected completely. But there were bones and pieces of bodies in the Asphodel Fields, in the marshlands. And, further out, walking corpses. Creatures without souls or thought any longer.
[ Mel stares straight ahead because she knows if she looks on him, he'll see the agony and horror in her eyes at the memory. How her newfound ability to see souls only made the reality all the worse. But her hands, folded into each other, are clenched tight enough to bleach her knuckles; her lips are pressed so firmly together that they could shatter stone. ]