[ That voice and placid cadence certainly belong to Lucilius (he doesn't have the aura of the Supreme Primarch, though she's unsure of her ability to sense it in the first place, addled as she is), but his words are cryptic, hardly able to cut through the boiling haze between her temples.
(Dead. Was such an end even possible for an Astral? Locked in the bottommost depths of Pandemonium, no word from the outside world could possibly find her, no light or salvation. But she had clung fiercely to the only scrap of hope she could grasp, that she might one day liberate the fallen and realize Lucilius' purpose.)
But if her maker has since been 'lost and forgotten', who then was this imitation in front of her? Was this all his doing?
Her blood prickles again, moonblessing finally eating through the sedative laced through her limbs (and her good sense), surfacing as a veil of darkness that abruptly blots out the exam room. In the brief alarm that ensues, she wrenches him away and into an empty corner, affixing him none too gently against the nearest available wall. (Her dusk doesn't last long, written off as a hiccup in their lighting system.) ]
Answer me.
[ If he'd brought her here, he ought to know where the others are. (She doesn't have much strength in her condition, but she has enough to crush his windpipe if he refuses her. She didn't endure so many centuries in hell for this farce.) ]
no subject
(Dead. Was such an end even possible for an Astral? Locked in the bottommost depths of Pandemonium, no word from the outside world could possibly find her, no light or salvation. But she had clung fiercely to the only scrap of hope she could grasp, that she might one day liberate the fallen and realize Lucilius' purpose.)
But if her maker has since been 'lost and forgotten', who then was this imitation in front of her? Was this all his doing?
Her blood prickles again, moonblessing finally eating through the sedative laced through her limbs (and her good sense), surfacing as a veil of darkness that abruptly blots out the exam room. In the brief alarm that ensues, she wrenches him away and into an empty corner, affixing him none too gently against the nearest available wall. (Her dusk doesn't last long, written off as a hiccup in their lighting system.) ]
Answer me.
[ If he'd brought her here, he ought to know where the others are. (She doesn't have much strength in her condition, but she has enough to crush his windpipe if he refuses her. She didn't endure so many centuries in hell for this farce.) ]