[ She does stand, chin dipping downward in what she believes - hopes, really - is a discreet moment to swipe at her eyes. Moisture that had lined her eyelashes scatters without much resistance. He says he needs a break, but Pyrrha doesn't want one. Even as her head feels like it's splitting open, her body feeling odd and unlike itself, like a wave of electricity blew through her and left her tingling, altered.
The level loads in pieces, starting with the texture of the night sky. The stars are blurry and then become refined and sharp.
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The level loads in pieces, starting with the texture of the night sky. The stars are blurry and then become refined and sharp.
She shakes her head. ] I'd like to keep going.