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As you continue down the shattered chapel on your pilgrimage towards the glowing figure, you find yourself converging with your sisters. They are drawn towards the light just as you are. You cannot bring yourself to walk beside them, instead you linger in their shadow.
The right hand of your savior spots your party on its approach and steps forward. His red robes drag behind him as he walks. With every step he takes towards you, the sounds of pistons turning and metal scraping together are heard. From what can be seen of him, underneath his robes, he is equal parts machine and man. Infrequent clicking precedes his words, which themselves do not come from where his mouth should be.
“Begone! Children scatter like rats. Away with you. Stand not before the inquisitor. Scram! Flee!”
His voice is monotone and without emotion. Yet he speaks with his voice as well as his hands, and from their angry motion you can ascertain his displeasure at the sight of you.
“Hold, Mangos” The words echo like a brass instrument, and when they come, the hooded man freezes. The sun speaks.
“Do your machine eyes dull your senses? Can you not see that we are in the company of servants to our lord and god?” He turns his attention to your sisters, and speaks to them as if they are his equals.
“Hail to you sisters. I apologize for our late arrival, I can only hope that the hour is not too late.”
Your sisters can say nothing, and in their silence the glowing figure turns to you.
“And what of you sister? Come forward so that I may look upon you in the light.”
