[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
Bravery means standing up to your fears. You can't be brave unless you're scared to begin with. It probably doesn't mean much coming from a coward like me, but I think that must be the difference between a hero and a regular person.
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[ AM I BEING KIDNAPPED AGAIN ]
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M-me? I'm not anybody! Or rather, I don't actually know who I am...
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[okay Kong calm down he sounds like a kid and he isn't trying to eat you (yet), deep breaths]
Sorry I had to meet you like this.
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[ I have not yet fully grasped the gravity of this situation ]
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DECISION
Mikhail's Rating - 7/10
Kong's Rating - 2/10
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[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
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You will. I know you will. You're so much braver than I am, so don't be scared now.
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...I wish this would happen sooner, though.
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[hesitates for a moment, and then goes over to pat him on the head]
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Well...I won't be scared. If they want me to be scared, then I won't be!
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That's it. You're better than they are.
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