[Is it? Lenore wants to ask, doubting whether it's gone at all, or merely gone for now. Gone to where? Is it sated in its sacrifice or did that only whet its hunger?
And how many more are there? Twenty-one, she suspects.
For the first time, she regrets being brought to this world. A new life, another chance, but now she has discovered a new dread, new depths of horrors beneath the pleasant veneer of her new life here. Perhaps that horror and dread would have latched its claws in her much sooner if she'd been one of the taken, if she'd seen the monsters and ailments first hand. As it is, she'd only seen some of the slimy, fungal aftermath of it all.
She stays quiet, head still averted, though she's no longer so sharply tense. She can't put on a mask of pleasantry just yet, and doesn't trust herself to speak.]
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And how many more are there? Twenty-one, she suspects.
For the first time, she regrets being brought to this world. A new life, another chance, but now she has discovered a new dread, new depths of horrors beneath the pleasant veneer of her new life here. Perhaps that horror and dread would have latched its claws in her much sooner if she'd been one of the taken, if she'd seen the monsters and ailments first hand. As it is, she'd only seen some of the slimy, fungal aftermath of it all.
She stays quiet, head still averted, though she's no longer so sharply tense. She can't put on a mask of pleasantry just yet, and doesn't trust herself to speak.]