[It's the opposite of everything she knew this time. She would not go to the school. She would not take part in the missions. She would not follow her mother there into battle against nightfall. There was no chance to choose the fight.
And in this place of terrors, where the threat of dying alone was suddenly very real, she wonders why she would choose to fight. What would her family think, if she were lost out here? Would the know? Would they ever know? Or would she be forgotten, the way her father was?
Her vision clears to weapons and a weirdness. She hears the footsteps and she acts without thought. All of it, even the food, is swept into a sidebag before she makes her way for a side hall. She hasn't the faintest idea how to get up to a chandelier so this will have to do.]
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And in this place of terrors, where the threat of dying alone was suddenly very real, she wonders why she would choose to fight. What would her family think, if she were lost out here? Would the know? Would they ever know? Or would she be forgotten, the way her father was?
Her vision clears to weapons and a weirdness. She hears the footsteps and she acts without thought. All of it, even the food, is swept into a sidebag before she makes her way for a side hall. She hasn't the faintest idea how to get up to a chandelier so this will have to do.]