[For the first time since she left her cell, Takame's composure alarms her. Certainly, there were times when she had to keep herself together when fighting, but she had never been this focused, nor this stoic to the horrors of war.]
[Still, if she feels uncomfortable, she tries her best not to show it. Takame is, after all, the only way she's likely to leave this place alive, and she would very much like to keep living. She stumbles over to one of the dead soldiers, saying a quick prayer, and takes their staff. Robbing the dead never felt quite right to her, but here, she has little choice. It's weaker than what she's used to, but she can use it.]
[She makes her way back to Takame, hiding behind him. He's broad enough to conceal her presence.]
As if I have little choice. I'm not sure what rumors you've heard about me, but I'm not one to charge recklessly into danger.
[Unlike certain other Scions, who shall not be named.]
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[Still, if she feels uncomfortable, she tries her best not to show it. Takame is, after all, the only way she's likely to leave this place alive, and she would very much like to keep living. She stumbles over to one of the dead soldiers, saying a quick prayer, and takes their staff. Robbing the dead never felt quite right to her, but here, she has little choice. It's weaker than what she's used to, but she can use it.]
[She makes her way back to Takame, hiding behind him. He's broad enough to conceal her presence.]
As if I have little choice. I'm not sure what rumors you've heard about me, but I'm not one to charge recklessly into danger.
[Unlike certain other Scions, who shall not be named.]