[ Mary stands there watching and knowing she can't help him for this antidote to be his. She holds her breath focusing on his handle of control despite his condition, unable to rip her eyes away from all of his oddly graceful movements. Her fingers furl in fear as nervousness rises in her throat and flows through her veins.
The prospect of death has been playing out before her this entire game and now the artist paints yet another image of it but all she can think is that she can't stand it. She can't stand standing here helplessly watching someone else fight again.
When he defeats the creature, relief runs through her and sinks into her bones. The adrenaline is still there, but she's so happy that he's safe and she doesn't bother to think of why that's the case either. Mary makes her way over to him and kneels next to him with a hand on his shoulder. At first, all she can do is nod and stay silent. As she looks over his shoulder, she sees that the tree now has nothing blocking it and the fruit is ripe for the taking.
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The prospect of death has been playing out before her this entire game and now the artist paints yet another image of it but all she can think is that she can't stand it. She can't stand standing here helplessly watching someone else fight again.
When he defeats the creature, relief runs through her and sinks into her bones. The adrenaline is still there, but she's so happy that he's safe and she doesn't bother to think of why that's the case either. Mary makes her way over to him and kneels next to him with a hand on his shoulder. At first, all she can do is nod and stay silent. As she looks over his shoulder, she sees that the tree now has nothing blocking it and the fruit is ripe for the taking.
Mary half-chuckle, half-sighs. ]
I don't think you'll have to. Look.