[He doesn't sound surprised, although he does sound appropriately distressed about it. As if on cue, a metallic screeching and clinking is audible as another one of those glassy chains wraps around his throat. It doesn't seem to have any effect on his speech, but it keeps him from moving much when he leans forward to emphasize what he's saying.]
I don't want to be here! Not in this forest, not in this world! We were all stolen away and told we could either risk everything over and over again for these relics—or survive in a world we know nothing about that has no sympathy for us!
[Something dark hovers above them, millions of eyes each containing an entire universe, and the scene around them starts to crackle and melt, cast in black and red like the reflection from a blood moon. Out of the corner of her eye, there's a familiar hand (come with me), and a smile that doesn't seem quite right.]
There's no escaping any of that. Even if there was, none of you would make it easy!
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[He doesn't sound surprised, although he does sound appropriately distressed about it. As if on cue, a metallic screeching and clinking is audible as another one of those glassy chains wraps around his throat. It doesn't seem to have any effect on his speech, but it keeps him from moving much when he leans forward to emphasize what he's saying.]
I don't want to be here! Not in this forest, not in this world! We were all stolen away and told we could either risk everything over and over again for these relics—or survive in a world we know nothing about that has no sympathy for us!
[Something dark hovers above them, millions of eyes each containing an entire universe, and the scene around them starts to crackle and melt, cast in black and red like the reflection from a blood moon. Out of the corner of her eye, there's a familiar hand (come with me), and a smile that doesn't seem quite right.]
There's no escaping any of that. Even if there was, none of you would make it easy!