[He won, though not by much. She catches her breath, hands on her knees, laughing despite the fact that entire village is up in flames behind them, and looming over it there's a hulking dark form, blotting out the sky, dribbling fire and intent on snuffing all of them out until nothing is left.
(Kind of like The Storm, Anemone thinks, feeling a bit out-of-body with her simulation-self.)
She draws herself back up and smiles.]
Look at that, you're good at something.
[She doesn't turn around. She doesn't want to see it. She can't. She can only act strong for so long.]
It hasn't. They sorta move it from point A to point B.
[As though to answer his thoughts, the stone shifts, and a doorway forms. Beyond is an older, haggard woman, holding the way, and even further back, several clusters of battered civilians, on the brink of death, but not quite there yet.]
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(Kind of like The Storm, Anemone thinks, feeling a bit out-of-body with her simulation-self.)
She draws herself back up and smiles.]
Look at that, you're good at something.
[She doesn't turn around. She doesn't want to see it. She can't. She can only act strong for so long.]
It hasn't. They sorta move it from point A to point B.
[As though to answer his thoughts, the stone shifts, and a doorway forms. Beyond is an older, haggard woman, holding the way, and even further back, several clusters of battered civilians, on the brink of death, but not quite there yet.]