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"Mmh. Well, if you can't remember anything before the transformation, isn't it just another form of death? And if it's just death, why worry about it?"
Kiara flashes a beaming smile as if the idea of death is not at all horrifying. "I think that prevents you from enjoying what you have. I got to fight an anomaly and stab it with a knife! If I was worried if I was going to die or not, I wouldn't be able to experience that." A dreamy sigh plays out of Kiara's voicebox. "It's all about those experiences for me. New stories, new fears..."
"Isn't that what makes you human? I guess Quentin would probably feel the same, ha."
>+1 RESTRAINT TO KIARA! 4/4 NOW!
"Mmh. Even whatever was down there? In REFINEMENT?"
"Aha! Yeah, yeah! I think it can hear us, even down here, let's not talk about it!" Kiara firmly pats you on the shoulder. What DOES SHE MEAN BY THAT- Feh. Okay. You can worry about that later.
"Well, at least you're doing okay. Try to keep that up, ya know? Wouldn't want our famed reporter to be down in the dumps for too long."
"Feh~! How could I be down in the dumps when I can see all of this cool stuff?" Kiara's smile grows as wide as it can possibly go. "Fuck him, though!" She jabs a finger towards the MURDERER. "I cost a lot to repair! I cost more than his kind would make in five lifetimes! AIE!"
"Woah, woah, he's dead, he's dead. Calm down." You pat Kiara on the shoulder. Well, you're glad she has some pep. Time to deal with Naomi, then Audie, then to explore further. You try your best to ignore the rambling and screeching Sable is throwing towards the allies you're not talking to.
Naomi is fiddling with her pocket knife while she's waiting for all of your other allies to get ready. A lot more of her face is exposed since her previous bandages, sans the fresh gauze on her nose, were ruined. It's now that you get a solid look at the face underneath it all, which you haven't had since you first met her.
Her patchy skin is caked in a latticework of burn scars and deep scratches, with only her left eye being mostly unfucked. Her right eye socket has been completely covered by a patch of dry, cracked skin that's threatening to tear at any second. A swirl of bizarre bright blue symbols and patterns that look like they would belong on some sort of old tribal warrior is painted all across her scarred face.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] Power tattoos. Similar to the ones you saw on the Pirates back in the Infinite Sea. Whatever fueled them is LONG exhausted.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You imagine the serums you gotten from the spook might power them back up.
"LET HER REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE!" Sable yells out before she turns her attention back to Quentin, who's talking to her with awe in his eyes.
She glances over at you, flashing a toothless smile. Only a few of her front teeth are still hanging in there. "I apologize for my face being uncovered. What do you wish to discuss?" It's impressive how she's able to talk with how little teeth she has.
