>>6170969“I did not ask for it either. It wasn’t by choice. One day Master appeared in the Landing Strip, and that was my call. And whatever has happened, She is here for you now, as well. I would like you to look at the Temple properly when we reach the lower levels. You will—”
“I’m not the one asking for salvation, Argia,” she replies, looking at you. She reaches for your cheek, cupping it softly. Oh, the heat rushing to your ears. Soralisa must be seeing all of it. “But you have seen what is going on, all around us. Secrets upon secrets, all wrapped up in half-truths. I can’t see you wasting yourself after a half-truth.”
“It is not—”
“I know it is not a lie, that’s what makes it so dangerous. I have seen it, Argia! Why can’t you…” she tosses her head behind, catching Soralisa turning her head just as quickly. “Ansàrra is clearly enamoured with you.” She comes closer, so that her breath touches your ear. “And what has happened to the last girl she was enamoured with? Aren't we in the Temple built around Saint Bragia’s legend? Who is clearly dead.” Her hand reaches for your shoulder. “Think with your own head.”
She withdraws just as you reach the end of the hall.
Two open doors stand before you, leading down into the darkness.
<span class="mu-r">Take a peek to the left one, from which comes a faint wind.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Take a look to the right one, that smells faintly of copper.</span>
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thanks for playing. Willow is clearly worried about our silver-haired doofus. Let's all hope it will come to nothing. 