"Damn it…"
Dayie gritted her teeth as she kicked the necromorph who landed in front of her. The golden threads, and the ability of the dagger to turn back time—just where is it when you need it the most?!
What else could she be missing?
--Earlier
"I know who she is."
Miko stopped, and froze to her spot as she hears that familiar voice. She was only with him for a while—until the duration of the self-destructing ship, but she had memorized how he spoke. The tone of his voice. The way he speaks. And the accent he had that definitely wasn't Patriargan.
Slowly he came to the light. Everything was dim, and his bespectacled blue eyes were the only thing that made Miko certain he was who she thinks he was.
"Y-you're…"
The dungeon conqueror stared at Miko. "You're alive."
Miko thinned her lips, averting her gaze.
Guilt began to surge in as she now realized who these two people were.
One that she poisoned to capture.
