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What... what the hell had happened? Davyne blinked, noticed her position - curled on the floor, her hands clutched to her stomach. No... to the place where she'd gotten her final wound, where'd she'd been run clean through with a sword.

And she was sure it was a sword. That much, at least, she could remember - the feel of the metal beneath her desperate hands, cool despite the warm blood that was now staining it. It was the last thing she'd felt before she'd dissipated, the first feeling she remembered after reforming in her new location. A sword. A sword, which meant - a person. It meant that a someone rather than a something had killed her, and that made it all the more horrifying. Had it been the physical form of the Voice? Maybe... it was possible, she supposed, although she'd thought that the Voice didn't actually have a physical form. But the alternative was that someone, someone who wasn't the Voice had, for some unfathomable reason, killed her, likely of their own free will. And wasn't that worse, she thought distantly? It felt like that would be worse.

Temes was suddenly aware of herself inside the Tower, having been called there, and she opened her mouth to say something to the people around yet no sound came out.

She had been robbed of her voice, or was it fear that kept her silent? Either way the bird could not sing, she could only follow those who had gone ahead. It was a terrifying thought but she could only start moving.

Into the tower she would go, into the castle where the Voice had called. Temes, Temes, forever moving.

Onward she went.

[ exit to first floor ]

[Entering]

Alastair found himself mysteriously drawn to the tower. This must be what his 'purpose' is, the one that the pillar mentioned. With Harland's white jacket in hand he made his way towards the tower, disregarding any obstacles that might have presented themselves. There was no doubt Harland would be there, too... at least, that's what he hoped.

When he arrived, he found himself surrounded by strangers who all appeared to be Silver. ...How was that possible? Each of them appeared to have the same goal. Despite the divine tug that urged him forward, Alastair was motionless. Whatever it took, he would wait there until he saw any sign of Harland. His 'purpose' was secondary.

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