[Caster does not want to die. She wants to avoid it. She wants to avoid the horror of that moment, before execution: the moment when existence becomes non-existence. She wants to avoid the experience of dying. For this reason, she has become a coward. Looking back, it is hard to even understand that bravery she once had. It is hard to believe that once she trusted in wit and wisdom and charm to protect others.
And yet, in this girl, she recognizes uncertainty. Panic. Fear. And in her is again that old sentiment. Caster does not want to die, and yet—]
Forgive me...
[Her voice is quiet, but with a tap of her staff, her presence is not. For as demure as she is, the creations she summons are not: the hero on a carpet, the magical genie, the queen of the serpents. The Palai are enchanted, and Caster sends her summonings to distract the group as she quickly, quietly approaches the girl.]
If you follow me, we can find somewhere away...
[Still that quiet uncertainty. I do not want to die makes every thought she has half-paralysed. But also, another thought: I do not want to see this girl suffer.]
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And yet, in this girl, she recognizes uncertainty. Panic. Fear. And in her is again that old sentiment. Caster does not want to die, and yet—]
Forgive me...
[Her voice is quiet, but with a tap of her staff, her presence is not. For as demure as she is, the creations she summons are not: the hero on a carpet, the magical genie, the queen of the serpents. The Palai are enchanted, and Caster sends her summonings to distract the group as she quickly, quietly approaches the girl.]
If you follow me, we can find somewhere away...
[Still that quiet uncertainty. I do not want to die makes every thought she has half-paralysed. But also, another thought: I do not want to see this girl suffer.]