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>B, N, X, Appease Velvet, clean up and commit some general repairs, ask what she'd like in her living quarters
The three chat with each other about what they've been doing all day, carrying the necessary equipment along with them. With only one Salty Bathrobe, they decide to let Bill wear it.
The three enter the containment cell.
B: Heh. Not the first time I've dealt with a containment cell before.
B: Used to be a containment specialist tasked with these things.
N: Bullshit.
X: Focus on the task. Focus on the work.
The charred figure sits in the center of the room with nary a ember on its body.
ANOMALY: I'm pureblooded. I am good. I shall not stoop to their levels.
B: Should we...?
X: Interacting with it is not a good idea, no.
The three start their job of repairing the containment cube without disturbing the anomaly.
Employee N focuses on brushing away the ash and soot into his dust bin.
Employee X begins removing and replacing the warped and scorched metal of the wall and floor near the anomaly.
Employee B looks through what metal can be repaired and salvaged and which are just useless.
The work goes on silently and without much complications. It's a peaceful moment in the cell.
<span class="mu-i">A princess deserves a room befitting of her status.</span>
ANOMALY: No, no, he shouldn't be here. I don't want to see him again.
ANOMALY: Trust me, sir! I'm not lying to you!
The anomaly is muttering nonsensical to itself as the others work.
ANOMALY: Please, it wasn't my fault! This wasn't what my legacy was supposed to be!
It falls face first onto the ground. A heavy, crackling sobbing begins to fill the air.
The others watch on with a mix of pity and worry at the anomaly's freakout.
B: S-should we do something about this?
X: More risk than reward.
Employee X steps over to where the anomaly used to sit at and gently brushes away at the ash piling up around it.
ANOMALY: <span class="mu-b">I want my family name to finally mean something for once...</span>
N: It's truly a shame. Almost makes me pity the poor thing.
The three go back to working on the containment cell.
After all is said and done, the containment cell is back in a decent (if not 100% full condition) state.
The anomaly is starting to spark again.
N: Mmh. Miss. Do you want anything before we go?
X: Preferably something fireproof?
It slowly raises back up. A small ember is burning on her forehead.
ANOMALY: I know you have what he used. That burning bottle. Give it back.
ANOMALY: Give. It. Back.
B: O-okay, miss.
The three decide that they should probably get the fuck outta here. So they do.
"What the fuck does she mean by burning bottle?" N shakes his head. "Only thing that fits that is a bottle of whiskey."
"More literal." X states, without further explanation.
