"Sister..." she began, as resurgent doubt returned to her mind, "are you even you? Every time I gaze into your eyes, I worry that all I see is a mask being worn by Syrith to draw me deeper in. A mirage in your image, to draw on the strings of my heart that wish to see you by my side again, so...
Having helped Azathor up, Xiaòzhou looked at the state of the field. The hermit could tell that the two Icons were being worn down, but they couldn't celebrate just yet, as Icons could always pull something out of nowhere at the last minute. The oni shifted his gaze towards Thorgran, who was...
Failing to connected any shots to his observation, Ted cursed his own name as he checked his gun to see if everything was in order, before continuing to take shots at the cultists from cover.