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You whip around to glare at Gil again. "Why'd you say he <span class="mu-i">died?</span>"
"He <span class="mu-i">did</span> die! I-I-I-I don't know what—"
Lucky's clothes are black, burnt, and shredded, but his teeth are very, very white. "I was eaten by your man-eating worm, yes. How <span class="mu-i">fortunate</span> it absorbed a great deal of flammable liquid along with all that blood."
You grip the edge of the jaw. "<span class="mu-i">You</span> exploded her!"
"Are you suggesting I shouldn't have?" He brushes the remains of his jacket down. "I should have let your <span class="mu-i">monster</span> run free, killing with impunity, so you could bring about whatever eschatons you liked? I should have sat idly by to be digested alive?"
"I— you didn't have to <span class="mu-i">explode</span> her! How did you even—" He's standing fine, walking fine, sounding fine. He doesn't look digested or incinerated, not even a little bit.
"Ms. Fawkins..." Lucky says condescendingly. "...I received my name for a reason. I'll additionally note that my cold-blooded murder of your monster appears to have led to the opening of our door."
"So you <span class="mu-i">admit</span> to it being murder?! You—" You stare at the doorframe, which definitely looks like it leads somewhere. "How?!"
"I-I-It needed a lot of energy," Gil mumbles.
"That's— that's <span class="mu-i">stupid!</span> That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! I— I— you need to apologize!" Your lip's wobbling again. "Annie was a good worm, and she was probably just trying to protect me from your <span class="mu-i">stupidness—</span> she didn't deserve—"
"You put on a good show." Lucky is walking around the jaws, around <span class="mu-i">you,</span> toward the door. "But I've seen enough. I'll be with you soon, Leftenant."
He walks straight through the door and vanishes. And vanishes! The vicious murderer of your worm— <span class="mu-i">twice-over</span> murderer! This isn't right. This isn't <span class="mu-i">fair.</span> Annie wouldn't want you to sit idly by, would she? The two of you had a sacred bond— a bond that lasts through death itself. And out the other side. Yes. <span class="mu-i">Yes.</span>
>[TO-DO GAINED: Raise Annie the worm from the dead]
You probably shouldn't tell Gil about this, or Ri— or anybody else. This is between you and Annie, after all. Your little secret. You clear your throat. "Uh... so where's Arledge?"
"...Also dead... I-I-I think... I guess you should probably check..." Gil sounds a little guilty. "He, um, he landed somewhere past you? I-in the rubble, I guess..."
It takes a little while before you find his body, helped by his stark blue robes— even if they are singed through. He's kind of mangled, either by the explosion or by (what Gil shiftily calls) his "fall." You don't look that long before feeling sick, and Gil has to nudge you to turn back around. "I-I-I think he... moved?"
Oh, <span class="mu-i">God.</span> You creep a little closer, enough to look Arledge in his half-lidded eyes. He animates at the sight of you, groaning and twitching— "She's <span class="mu-i">normal!</span>" Gil says. "She— she snapped out of it! We're not here to—"
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