MIND.

[armillaria]

I hope you're treating her well, dear. You are, aren't you?

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[circina]

I'm treating her fine! Why do you care, anyway? I thought you people weren't supposed to feel things.

[armillaria]

Oh, is that what you think? Well, I suppose it's true. But I never really particularly cared for being a machine.

[circina]

Are you just here to be vaguely threatening, or...? I don't have time for this, did you know? I have a world to save, remember?

[armillaria]

A world to save? Isn't that a funny way of saying 'condemn'?

[circina]

Are you going to stop me, spirit? I'll have you put down right here and now. I've the blessings of my ancestors and the gods on my side, so don't you dare--

[armillaria]

The dead don't move.

[circina]

[ The girl's body suddenly seizes, before suddenly just falling limp -- she slumps down to the ground, without a sound escaping her lips. ]

[armillaria]

[ LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND ]

Honestly! No matter how blessed you are, how powerful a mystic you are, you're still just a dead girl. The dead will always fall before the harvest, no matter how much they struggle. Still, you're cute. And you might be able to teach my dear little child a thing or two, so I suppose I can let you play at living.

[circina]

You -- !

[armillaria]

How scary! Now, now. You'll never be able to hurt me if that's how badly you want to.

Hm. I wonder...do you think she'll cry when she realizes what you're going to make her do? She's been trying so hard to keep herself from granting you your peace this whole time, and yet...

[armillaria]

...Well. Would you look at the time. I suppose we'll have to finish our chat later, dear. Keep up the good work!

[circina]

[ There's no response, even as the dead girl stands up, looking -- well, dead to the world. There's not a single tear in her eye even as she sniffles, breathing heavy and ragged. ]

No regrets. No guilt. For the sun to rise...