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Test 4.
KNOWLEDGE Compared to the frigid chamber you've just left, the cavern you enter now is warm. It isn't difficult to see why; while there's still a fair amount of space in here, it's far smaller, and there's a source of heat and light in here - a small fire going near a corner of the room, tucked away behind the wall and difficult to see as you enter, but fairly obvious once you're inside, the light from the flames bouncing off the corner of the chamber and making it decidely easier to see. There thankfully aren't any more of Froslass' "sculptures" in here; there is, however, a person. Candice is in the corner near the fire, pressed back against the wall and watching you as you enter; it's likely obvious from the start that there's something wrong with her, though it's difficult to say what just from looking at her. Her eyes aren't fixed in the same sort of dull, blank stare that the people affected by Team Galactic tend to display, but at the same time, they look viscerally wrong - it's alert but it's empty and almost completely unfocused, as though she's taking in information and she's processing it, but she's not actually seeing any of it. It's unsettling, but she's still watching you, and she's holding something close to her chest as she does so; she's got the thick, blue sweater untied from around her waist, and she's holding it bundled in her arms like she's trying to protect it. Her eyes don't come into focus, even as she addresses you. "I told you that you aren't welcome here. You need to leave. Now." Her gaze darts as she speaks, like she's trying to take in as much as she can, even if she doesn't seem to be registering any of it properly; her expression is hard. Cold. What happens now is up to you. |
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As for you, though, one of those thoughts that isn't quite yours will come to you eventually; it's intrusive but not unpleasant, just a bit unsettling in how it suddenly appears in there.
You'll take care of her, correct?]
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... So it's nostalgic, actually.
She allows Rin to handle the actual check, assuming the other girl is much more capable. But Zelda makes to take one of Candice's hands in both of hers. She sort of hopes the girl will respond, maybe she can work with her on standing. She obviously can't drag her or carry her... though both Bosphoramus and Miphanus probably could. ]
Of course.
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...
I didn't mean anything offensive when I called her helpful earlier. I didn't mean to use her, or see her as an object.]
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She lets out a soft exhale of air. ... she - honestly, she isn't sure if she can believe that entirely, but there's no reason not to doubt the god's sincerity. The fact is, they had ensured she had (technically) survived, when there wasn't a good alternative. As it had said, she and they were alone. ]
... I pray that she and her Pokémon do not suffer overmuch for what they did for your protection.
[ What with killing people like in that other room being so anathema. Well. ... They won't tell Snowpoint. They'll never know, and maybe that's for the best. ]
But I am certain you did not. The horrors that people bare can make it easy to have ones judgement clouded.
[ Which does refer to herself as well, of course. ]
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Those people were just possessed, most likely, and they and their pokemon were innocent in all this. Right? She resists the urge to say as much, trying to find reassurance in Uxie's words. This isn't the same as if they were monsters, this is... well, it's another way she's naive. ]
No, it isn't her fault.
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They won't be left forgotten here. I can make sure of that, if you want.]
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It would be cruel to leave them. Somehow or another, we ought to allow them to more peacefully move on. ... I do not know the customs of burial for this world, but it seems only right.
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