[Not far from her, sweating and shaking in the midst of her own fever-dream (or is this something else, something more than a hallucination?), Gideon turns at the sound of the other woman's voice. There's no reason to assume that the dark and towering shape she'd seen is what the woman is referring to, no reason at all to believe it was more than a symptom of whatever the fuck they'd done to her during that ritual. But things move strangely for her right now, her mind a mass of shadows and shapes; it had been there, hadn't it? Right there, had felt so palpable she could have sworn it was real.]
You saw it, too? The...thing? The whatever the hell that was?
[She's half aware she sounds nuts. Probably is nuts. She's already gone beyond caring.]
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You saw it, too? The...thing? The whatever the hell that was?
[She's half aware she sounds nuts. Probably is nuts. She's already gone beyond caring.]