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[animatedly]

HELLO

"My, is this perhaps Daoist magic...?"

GOODBYE

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[pontifica]

[ sorry can't talk rn she's trying not to cough up a lung. also im on mobile, sniffles

she is clutching something on her lap, though -- an emaciated handmade doll that the unnamed girl was holding before she disappeared into the hellfire. ]

[paenitete]

[ how dare you use this icon blair... with lemuen coughing up a storm in her chair, fiammetta leans her forward and pats her back. she stifles her own few coughs into her fist. her throat is incredibly dry and sticky as she swallows. ]

I don't see her.

[ she narrows her eyes. that heaviness and heat in her chest seems swells a little. who was she? why did she burn them all, even when they were trying to save her?

fia sees something sticking out of lemuen's lap. she kneels down to grasp it. ]

Wait... Is this... her doll?

[animatedly]

[As Lemuen holds the doll in her lap and Fiammetta reaches for it -- it's almost a shock to see it perfectly intact after that raging inferno. It should be a shock, but it sends a pang of grief through Reirin instead. She knew nothing about that girl and her story, but... the fire she had set, the hate she felt. It reminds Reirin so much of another girl,]

...She may have left it behind on purpose.

[especially if she had the power to burn everything and everyone... she puts a soot-covered sleeve over her mouth and coughs,]

We should head out.

[pontifica]

[ all she can contribute to the conversation is a couple of nods, followed by another cough that's a little less violent-sounding now that fiammetta's helping her through it. but just because she can sort of breathe again doesn't mean the feeling of anger has evaporated in her heart -- a completely rare feeling for her, now that she thinks about it. ]

That... that girl...

[ she tightens her grip on her chest, but not too tightly - she still needs to breathe, after all. ]

I could've sworn I felt it just now. The same kind of rage she has for the townsfolk... [ cough ] I can't blame her for all this.