[ The only door in this room is the way they came in, of course. And it's difficult to spot the imperfection here— the walls are blank, polished. Any scratch would be obvious. Nash always thought there was something faintly sinister about decor that showcased dirt instead of being discrete about it. ]
I really should kill you.
[ And it's not cowardice that stays his hand, exactly. He'd stabbed people in the back before— only one time literally, but still. It just doesn't seem worth it. So instead, he walks to the side of the room, pointedly ignoring the other figures, including his other self in a heap on the ground.
Nash remembers this part. He doesn't need to watch.
The two matching figures approach each other, the one demanding the True Earth Rune, the other refusing to give it. "Who do you think you are?" says the Bishop.
"You want to know who I think I am? Oh yes, I'll tell you who we are, you and me." ]
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I really should kill you.
[ And it's not cowardice that stays his hand, exactly. He'd stabbed people in the back before— only one time literally, but still. It just doesn't seem worth it. So instead, he walks to the side of the room, pointedly ignoring the other figures, including his other self in a heap on the ground.
Nash remembers this part. He doesn't need to watch.
The two matching figures approach each other, the one demanding the True Earth Rune, the other refusing to give it. "Who do you think you are?" says the Bishop.
"You want to know who I think I am? Oh yes, I'll tell you who we are, you
and me." ]