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At least they were two fragments that were together, even if putting two fragments of different people together in no way made a whole. They were still two ... fragments with two different experiences, and the same determination to find out what was going on. "Nkosazana of the Silver Kingdom, or not I suppose." She sighed, shaking her head as she stuck a hand into her pocket and pulled out two gloves.

She put them on, wiggling her fingers in an attempt to warm herself.

"I used to be a baker and a knitter. I guess all I am now is a fragment of some other Nkosazana in some other world that I'll never truly know." There was a lump in her throat that felt like it was choking her as she said that, but she swallowed it down. No. She couldn't think like that. She knew she was a dead woman walking, but she would like to know why she was, first, and she'd never know why she was if she thought too much on her other self.

"Strength in numbers indeed, though. Shall we climb?"

Shun watched her for a moment or so, but then nodded silently and walked on after her to start climbing up the stairs. Each moment that went by here made him miss his lycan more. But he would be able to see her again soon. Once this task at hand was said and done with.

((exit))

[[ Entering ]]

Was this her end?

Serafina felt in her heart that it was, the looming tower the answer to all her questions and yet the doom of her all the same. Once she had answers, her remaining purpose would be fulfilled, and maybe, then, she would have given her whole life some kind of meaning. Or non-life. Or unlife. What was even a good name for it, now? She was a fragment of someone else, just trying to make her own meaning to things.

If she was going to make her own meaning, though, perhaps she would do best to catch up to those who were The Family, or were once The Family, but now were a different kind of family. They were all confused fragments of others, in this together, no matter what The Voice or those pillars or the circumstances were flinging at them.

And so she would climb.

After all, she had no way to outlaw towers of suffering anymore. Honestly, they didn't even matter.

[[ Exiting ]]

Davyne may have curled her hand away, but Nkosazana was not so hesitant to touch, even now.

She moved to keep the other woman close, taking her gloved hand and attempting to place the other woman's hand within it. Perhaps it would be easier for them to stick together if they could keep an actual grip on each other. Davyne was free to reject her attempts, but it couldn't hurt, right? Nothing could really hurt, anymore.

They weren't real, after all. None of this was. Pain was something that didn't exist, right? Because they were just fragments of some other reality, clawing for answers as to their existence.

Hopefully ... it couldn't exist.

"Let's get to the bottom of this."

[[ Exiting ]]

[Enter]

The others were behind her, following close at her heels like the good friends she knew them to be. It had to hurt the King to know that not only had his Queen turned, but that she had taken a team with her. Thank Hecate there would be time for apologies later, but Belladonna would rather hurry up and get this over with now.
Into the Tower she clattered, hasty enough to be clumsy as she rushed in, blind to the details that surrounded her. Mort had gotten a pretty good head start on them, so the faerie didn't at all slow down until she spotted him. A tall figure in green looking forlorn and far too close to the real thing to be comfortable. But Belladonna didn't bother to stop her run and only bolted forward. The distant close between them and only when she got close enough to reach out and grip his arm did she finally stop.
"Why did you hide me?!" She shouted, overcome with a sudden emotion that felt too dangerous to name. These memories were false, but they still gnawed at already frail strings. "If you loved me so much, why would you hide me?" Knowing she wouldn't get this moment again, she wrapped her hand tighter, digging her fingernails into the fabric of his shirt and hopefully showing just how upset she was. Of all things, he wasn't alone in his betrayal.

He shouldn't be here.

It seemed to be in flux, just beyond what his eyes could see. Drawn and repulsed, pulled inexorably toward the tower even as it radiated a wrongness that he could feel deep within his Miasma.

He had let his soldiers without a word, left them to die as everything broke down around them. A callous act, but not one he had any remorse over - mostly. He had created them, all of them, to fight and die on his command, and his creations had served him admirably. Pawns in a game of chess. They had died a glorious death in battle, and he could think of no better reward for them now. When he took up the True crown, he would create them anew, or perhaps even better ones, whole and complete. The thoughts kept his rage at bay - he was betrayed, injured, and doubt had begun to creep in at the corners of his mind. It was not befitting of a King to be dragged so low.

"Even this must not be enough to wipe that grin off your fleshy face," the Black King grumbled to his obnoxious Green counterpart, stifling a wound that dripped thick black ichor. He made no motion to help or hinder his crowned enemy, merely watching impassively.

Enter from Death

Melvin walked to the towers because they called to him. His life wasn't his, he wasn't anything, but he had purpose. That single idea was now made him, as it was the only solid thing about him, and his created gift of time was limited. Things were drawing to something, and he doubted he'd be making it.

Stepping to the base of the towers, he saw what he hadn't before. The world, the voice, all of it was leading to something, and he without a kingdom.

Exit

The cat was certainly out of the bag. And she had no idea how to deal with it. Such was obvious for the girl as once more tears seemed to fall. He'd wanted to avoid it, hoped to save her from it. Afterall, she hadn't died, she... didn't need to know.

A small scowl was offered to the younger fellow at that, something to add even if he already felt bad. Though, it seemed it wasn't so needed. She seemed to pick herself up, just a bit. At least enough to reply... and to...

He stared, not quite sure how he felt. He was certainly upset with the peck, but not sure why. All the right reasons? Or all the wrong. He wanted to pull her away from the seemingly drunk, clueless boy. To give him the obvious scowl he deserved. Not for jealousy... well maybe a bit. She'd never shown him such affection. But for fear this 'Andrew' would get the wrong idea. Because that, that wasn't going to be permitted. Not a kid who'd go and get drunk.

Even if it was end times.

He waited for the pair to finish their goodbyes, only giving a mild nod at the statement to watch over the girl. Certainly, he wouldn't let anything happen. While there wasn't much left to do, he would see it done.

With that the other left, and he shifted to lightly troke her hair again, hoping to cal the tears. He didn't want her to know, but it was too late. Even if she didn't fully know. He shifted to tear a bit of cloth off the end of the scarf he had, using it to wipe at her face lightly. It didn't matter, just a small comfort for the time being. They'd be fine, in their own way. Perfectly fine.

She could cry until she was done for all he scared, it was best to get it out really. He'd had his tears, he was done. He had nothing left to give to anyone. Really, it was... quite sad, but they could begin climbing when they were ready. She wouldn't have another time to come to terms with things.