[ Susato blacks out, still reeling from what felt like a dream. Her entire body aches, and the icy coldness from the cell floor seeps into her bones as she stirs. She can still hear the roar from Ifrit, the rumbling beneath her feet threatening to shake her off balance. The heat of the flames as they crawl towards the ceiling and all over the floor. Little does she know she has not woken up yet, and only finds herself within another dream... ]
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[ The shackles feel heavy. The metal might be cutting into her ankles. This is not the first time she's woken up in a cell, but at least she is dressed largely as herself. She remains her 18-year-old self, a great deal older than Lyria. ]
Nnngh...
[ She hears a voice. They are not lucky enough to be in the same cell, and from where she is, Susato can't see her. But no one responds, and the silence continues to be deafening.
She lifts her head off the ground... had she fallen off the cot? ]
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[ The shackles feel heavy. The metal might be cutting into her ankles. This is not the first time she's woken up in a cell, but at least she is dressed largely as herself. She remains her 18-year-old self, a great deal older than Lyria. ]
Nnngh...
[ She hears a voice. They are not lucky enough to be in the same cell, and from where she is, Susato can't see her. But no one responds, and the silence continues to be deafening.
She lifts her head off the ground... had she fallen off the cot? ]
Me...?