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[sign_of_failure]

IT SEEMS TO ME THE FABLED HIGHBLOOD SENSE OF HUMOR IS MORE ROOTED IN IRONY THAN I THOUGHT. EITHER THAT OR INTELLIGENCE GETS LOWER AS BLOOD COLOR GETS COOLER. THE COLLAR IS AN EXPECTED TOUCH THOUGH.

I ONLY HAVE ONE QUESTION AND IT HAD BETTER BE ANSWERED FAST BEFORE I DECIDE TO GO BREAKING HEADS.

WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE.

IS.

NAMELESS?

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/PAP

[the_martyred]

[She's babbling, trying not to let her fear and the hints of betrayal she'd felt waking up alone affect her tone of voice. He can't have helped it. He's here. That's all that matters]

You idiot, I've been here for days and I didn't even know if you were alive. They're claiming our worlds are gone and I just. [She hit his back lightly, no force to her] You idiot. I just found you, you have to stay with me okay? How am I supposed--

[To protect you. Her heart breaks a little. Disciple losing her Signless just as Martyred found her Sufferer. There's a little guilt eating at her heart but she pushes it down]