Castor is talking to himself, his lips moving silently as he holds onto the symbol. You keen at him, demanding attention, but he doesn't notice.
You hate him the most.
Marduk is yelling at you, and you hunch your shoulders and wrap your arms around yourself. This isn't fair. This isn't --
Pheres is kneeling in front of you, and his voice is just the right pitch that it manages to catch your attention. It's soft and nice and sympathetic, and maybe it catches Castor's attention, too, because he actually looks up from his pendant.
"Yes," you say, hesitantly, peeking over at Castor to see if he understands the question. He's staring at Pheres like he might actually have a plan, but.. even if you get into the sewers, the drones are too close to escape. "My - my hive. But it's too far to run."
[WORST GHOST LUSUS]
You hate him the most.
Marduk is yelling at you, and you hunch your shoulders and wrap your arms around yourself. This isn't fair. This isn't --
Pheres is kneeling in front of you, and his voice is just the right pitch that it manages to catch your attention. It's soft and nice and sympathetic, and maybe it catches Castor's attention, too, because he actually looks up from his pendant.
"Yes," you say, hesitantly, peeking over at Castor to see if he understands the question. He's staring at Pheres like he might actually have a plan, but.. even if you get into the sewers, the drones are too close to escape. "My - my hive. But it's too far to run."