[She has to agree; she'd be ready to crawl through a bad, gross tunnel full of slime if it meant they could get the fuck out of here-- at least, after she'd made sure the others stuck here with them made it out safely first. Her thoughts are interrupted, however, by Claude's sudden pitch forward, breath catching hard in her throat and a hand immediately reaching out to pull him back, to steady him. Maybe it's dumb and superstitious, maybe she should know better coming from a weird cult herself, but she can't quite shake the feeling the alter or shrine or whatever the hell it is has an ominous purpose.
Claude seems fine though, although what he says next--]
Yeeeaaah, fuck that. Fuck that all the way to hell. Alive?
[She glares at the thing through narrowed eyes, her hand still on Claude's arm.]
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Claude seems fine though, although what he says next--]
Yeeeaaah, fuck that. Fuck that all the way to hell. Alive?
[She glares at the thing through narrowed eyes, her hand still on Claude's arm.]
Is your hand okay?