"The creature speaks!" his laughter was met only with a glare, those ghostly eyes narrowing tracing him as he circles her. "You are like me, spirit walker. You are not of this world, no?" there is a moment, her eyes widen slipping away from the judgement and she studies him a bit closer now. Looking for any semblance of recognition she can grasp. ❝ No ─ I am not. ❞ she answers simply. But introductions can wait until she is able to stand.
"Hear now, we need to pull you free, but you might die when we do." ❝ Death is not the worst thing, ❞ she hums, besides; she had already died had she not? Meeting his gaze then, ❝ Do it. ❞ she instructs
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