garlean jail

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Perhaps I will put images here.

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At some point while they do this, the bulkhead doors slide closed behind them.

Some part of him notices that slim chance of freedom slipping away, while the rest of him focuses in on Val as she dashes to the other side of the room. If there was any hope of her escaping, it's just been made significantly more complicated. With wild, incoherent need he wishes she would just leave, or if not that, that she would stop eluding him.

He wants it to stop, the pain of being driven like this causing more anguish than the moral consequences. He buckles at the knees, his claws digging at the metal floor, as fury and agony boil in his gut.

He cries out in a horrible roar, the kind that Val may remember from her battles with Nidhogg himself. A destructive force that goes beyond mundane sound, it tears through the air with an impact that bends metal. It's a cry of his spirit more than a cry of his actual voice, and it's filled with his pain.

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That roar stops her, not because of the destruction in it or the dread that carries it, but because of the horror that fills her soul when she hears it. Her foot skids on the metal floor as she turns to face him - briefly taking note of the bulkhead that's now closed behind them - and her breath catches. Her dread and horror are not fear; not for her, at least.

She's danced this dance before with Estinien, but she had Alphinaud at her side then. (Alphinaud and his tireless faith when even Valeria herself had been near to calling it a lost cause would have been a boon to her spirit at this moment.) She doesn't want to hurt him, but she also has no plans on simply laying down and dying.

Any plan, though, would be an improvement to her situation here.

"Can you hear me at all, Estinien?" she calls, her gaze darting around the room and onto Estinien.