>>5196700>>5198424>>5198864"Hey uh... I know I'm not the most religious person here, but... a friend of mine told me that sometimes, we get our own personal revolutions to go through. So hang in there, alright?" You offer some comfort. "It will all be alright."
You've just noticed that Beryl was shaking and mumbling something all this time. Even Sister Delarue (or the bit you can see, anyways) look concerned for her partner. "Uh, you alright, sister?" You say, as you reach toward her to check on what's wrong.
Next thing you know, her mask clatters on the ground. What seems to be a distant wailing growing closer was in fact Sister Beryl - whose face is black as coal, candle-lit eyes dripping with wax tears - you recognize as an urban legend from your time at the orphanage. The Crying Lady! "Dead, dead, dead, dead! My children, they are dead! Why, why?! To whose bones did I pray for their safety??" Her rambling has a tinge of sadness in her.
"Shto?! There was no briefink for this!" Borges stood up, as Delarue slightly recoils from her partner. It's obvious she still wants to help, but doesn't know how. During the chaos, you faintly noticed some noise from above the goblin rooms. It might be that Pedro had returned from patrolling. Or was it Gobson from his fling with Ko? Whatever you do, do it quick.
>CHOOSE>□ Talk some sense into her>□ Leave this to Delarue and Borges>□ Violence>□ Ask for help from upstairs>□ Other (fill in) 